It wasn’t just the late nights, and the stories that he told. It was how he spent late winter nights roaming streets; simply to say, “I love you” as she hung half way over her balcony railings. It was the way he carried her body in his arms, as she lied fast asleep, and the way he woke her with a kiss as the sunrise hit. It was how he brought laughter and wiped her tears dry. It was the way his eyes sparkled as she walked into the room, the way he gave her a feeling of beauty with a naked face. He loved her wholeheartedly.