It was as the photograph would have you think. She was beautiful, and her heart even moreso. Not only that, she had been my best friend since we literally were children.
As the years flew by I began to notice that love is not simply a case of admiration taken to an extreme. To love someone with all of your Being is also to make yourself worthy of their love. It's a struggle that for me continues to this day.
The saving grace is that over time we come to resemble what we most love. I thank my lucky stars that she is by now in the marrow of my bones. Come what may, it will remain so until the end of my days.
So far as I'm concerned I hold the winning ticket to the only lottery that matters in life.