What I got for you I am finding hard to gift-wrap.

I could not bear to buy you the box of chocolates, because that is not what we are. We are not the indulgent moments but the lingering sweetness. I could not buy you a teddy bear because we are the wild. We are not made of empty stuffing for small children; we are not the mementos but the moments themselves. Hallmark could not express us because we are not the words; we are their meanings. We are the silence that is comfortable, because everything we need to know is understood. I put the CD back up on its shelf, because we are not sappy love songs—we are the music. We are the two hands, the two hearts beating as one, the syncopated rhythm as the world passes by.

They don't make boxes for that.