By the time I reached the end, I could barely see through my tears. The last panel was of the glasses-wearing woman on one knee. I let out a strangled laugh and turned around to find Noah on one knee. "You're crying," she said, half-surprised, half-concerned. "You never cry. " "No one's ever made me feel…like this." I spread out my arms and marveled at the art again. "You did all of this for me."
