Buried in the chapters, consumed in the pages, and gone astray in the paragraphs, I realize now that I got lost and must apologize. So, it’s time for me to finally look up and honor the great thing that has been right in front of me this entire time: You.
I love that shirt you’re wearing.
It’s so . . . you.
That whole outfit. Something about it just screams—with a kind of understated elegance that shines through the ordinary—your unique, amazing inner spirit. It’s far beyond fashion.
So much so that AutoCorrect replaced special with spécial in the previous sentence and I didn’t even bat an eye. You need the emphasis. You deserve it. That laugh. Your approach to life. It’s become so obvious ...