“It’s a lotus. In many cultures, the lotus is seen as pure, regenerative, and a symbol of rebirth.” I nod, unable to tear my eyes from the beautiful piece of jewelry. Using his other hand, Q gently lifts my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “I picked the lotus because even when its roots are in the dirtiest of waters, it still somehow finds a way to bloom into a beautiful flower.” No words I can say would rival what he just said to me. I’m beyond speechless, and we both know it.
