I’d gotten extremely sick — emergency-room sick — and although we had only been dating a few weeks, she came to sit with me and take me home. The ER drugs put me in a dizzy haze, but all I wanted to do was continue reading the incredible book I’d started that morning. I groggily murmured my wish as I lay in bed. She paused. Quietly, she scooped me up into the crook of her arm, picked up the novel next to me, and started reading. For hours, we lay there: her, stepping out of her comfort zone, and me, listening to the soothing sound of her voice. No one had ever done that for me before. That’s when I knew — I’d found who I was looking for.