"In every time I visited her, in every age and condition this life put her in. A coat always found its way around her shoulders, whether it be fresh and polished, or damaged and pre-used. It was that red coat that always allowed me to pick her out of any crowd. It was almost a sign, beckoning me closer, closer to the girl who had my heart. And she did, in every dimension, with every breath I took, she had my all."