When I hold her close, we gaze out the window, and I see us together in the reflection. Once again, I find myself admiring her beauty—her soft hair, captivating eyes, and that smile that shines on the darkest days. Then I notice myself beside her, wondering how she ever fell in love with me. What could she possibly see in the features I've always criticized, the face I've never learned to appreciate? I look ordinary on my best days, yet she seems extraordinary even on her worst. I have never really loved the person I see in the mirror. Yet somehow, when she looks into my eyes, she does so with love. She accomplished what I once believed was impossible. She loved me. And for that, I am endlessly grateful.