“Turn it over,” I said. She did, but before she could read, I recited the poem that I’d memorized now, repeating it word for word preparing for this very moment. “Somebody who betters you,” I started. “Somebody who inspires and encourages you in love and in life, who pushes you toward dreams and goals you’d otherwise ignore, who selflessly sacrifices their time to help you become a more courageous, well rounded and happy human being. That’s sacred,” I said, swallowing before I finished. “You hold on to a love like that.”
