and for people with much bigger brains and severely less filthier minds, i give you this:

a beautiful painting of the most extravagant peach tree you have ever seen, marie dancing with her silky white parasol, rays of sunshine beam brightly on her cheeks, in them you see pure light, around her an aura expelling love and fragility, josie in the kitchen cutting the stems off strawberries, she remembers how those are your favorite, she brings them out for you without you even having to ask, you kiss her with everything you have every time she does that because what if one day marie grew up and the strawberry girl with the wavy brown hair isn't there anymore?