I gazed with happiness at the face of my love. Every inch of him was perfect, as though sculpted by a deity of beauty.

He looked slightly different, though.

'He’s perfect!'

Did he always have brown eyes?

'Does it matter if he does?'

Something was wrong.

'Everything is fine.'

This person in front of me…it was not Noah.

'Who is Noah?'

I approached my love and he took me into his warm ...