He listened.

Then a year before our wedding, without knowing whether he would succeed, he started looking.

Sometimes love is not dramatic.

Sometimes it is someone remembering a sentence you forgot you said.

Following it through old receipts, closed jewelry shops, an eighty-one-year-old woman with terrible note-writing instincts, and a collector who still had something your family once needed to let go.

Then placing that history back in your hand.