Sunflowers. Anne loved sunflowers.

We used to go to the airport, Anne and I. We would just sit there at the viewing gallery for hours, not saying a word. Just sit and watch the planes go by.

Anne loved her coffee. She loved the mocha ice blend. That was the drink she had, the very first time we went out.

Anne loved poetry. Whenever she experienced something too beautiful to write in prose, she would write in verse.

She even inspired me to write in verse, my first time, the first time she kissed me.