Ari bit her lip nervously. “If you think it’s stupid, we can do something different.”

“Come on, Red. You know if you thought of it, I’m not going to think it’s stupid.”

She nodded and handed me a folded piece of paper. I peeled it open and stared at the single line of ones and zeros. For some reason, with Ari’s brain, I’d expected something complicated and intricate, but this I couldn’t interpret.

“What is it?”

“Love.”

That’s when it hit me—the ones and zeroes were binary code.

This woman . . . she constantly amazed me.

A true measure of genius was the ability to take the most complex concept and break it down to the simplest expression. And that’s exactly what Ari had done in her own unique way.

“Do you think it’s dumb?”

I shook my head. “No. Not at all.” A lump rose in my throat when I pictured her racking her brain for something so perfect.

“It was either that or the first ten thousand decimal places of pi, because the infinity symbol seemed too bland. I thought this was a more elegant expression.”

I yanked her into my arms and pressed my face into her hair. “It’s perfect. I love you, Ari.”

“I love you too.”

Nothing else needed to be said, in any language.

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The End