Once, before I loved you so much, you asked me whether I would ever think that you were beautiful. What did I say? Pretty, maybe cute would be safer; I didn’t understand how beauty begins in the heart and revolves the world around a dandelion seed. All the models of Vogue and Cosmopolitan could not compare with you. When you reach up to kiss me, the world revolves around a dandelion seed floating in the breeze. Today, I asked you whether you want me to love you more than I love you now, and the answer I wanted was yes.
4 July 1985