I found her most beautiful not when she was all dressed up, but after we made love. Her hair a mess, makeup gone, walls down, just her and I together alone. The way the edges of her mouth curl up when she laughs. The way she held me tightly after making love. Her shyness, and her modesty even though we had just been intimate together. Her fingers intertwined with mine like the branches of a great tree. Every curve of her body pressed against mine like two leaves pressed in a scrapbook. These are the moments I remember most. I have never felt closer to anyone in my life. Those quiet moments, small but so significant. True happiness is found in the smallest of moments. True love is felt in the tiniest of seconds.