“I love you.” I whispered. Soft enough for her not to hear me, however loud enough for the winds to carry. Someone somewhere must have noticed; Feelings like this hardly go unnoticed. She was far to self-consumed to concern herself with what messages my eyes were conveying, to ever acknowledge the “I love you, in spite of it all!”; In spite of the year I spent cradling her, to only receive tokens in return. Gestures of materialistic ideals that could be bought as proof that she is loving me. However, in spite of it all, I still loved her and all that followed suit because behind the keepsakes were moments that I placed value on. Priceless moments, and I remember every single detail.