I used to think that a picture inside my mind was the most beautiful thing in the world, but as I grew; I thought that there had to be a painting which was the most beautiful thing in the world. After looking everywhere however, I found none that could match my precious mental picture.

I thought that perfect beauty might be found in, the moon, sunset, sunrise... they were beautiful, but none more beautiful than that picture inside my head.

I reasoned that it had to be something else.

But I never found it.

Not until I saw you smile.