" "Tell me something about yourself?" He asked, just wanting to hear her talk.
"Like what?" She asked, quickly glancing at him.
"Anything. Something that makes you happy. Something you love." He said, shrugging. 
"Hmm..." She hummed, thinking it over. "Okay, I have one. My old home had this tree out front by the road. There was a streetlight that was placed just behind it, in the perfect position. There was always one branch that had a ton of tiny branches coming off of it, and in the beginning of fall it was always quick to loose all its leaves. When that happened I loved to go outside after a rainstorm because the streetlight would hit the little droplets left over on the branches perfectly. It would look like a million little lights hanging from the end of each branch. It's a little thing that most people don't notice, but the little things are what make me happiest." She said, with a little smile. 
He looked at her in awe as her eyes seemed to sparkle. This right here was the moment that he knew just why she was meant for him."
-an excerpt from a book I will never write.