#23: Details.
Her beauty was in her details.
The crinkle of her nose when she held back a laugh. The way she moved around the room as if she was dancing to a song in her head. The lipstick prints she left on the edges of his mirror, the ones he kept as they grew into a bouquet of scarlet and cherry red blossoms.
Her perfume was ingrained into his memory, and he woke up to her voice in his ears every morning.