I don’t know what you want for Valentine’s Day, but I think I can guess.
No matter how I turn things over in my mind, when it comes down to this minute, this very minute, I want to be heard. I don’t know any better way to be heard than this: look for what is beautiful, and bring it to you. There is only one letter difference between “hearD” and the word we have been concerned with these last 14 days – “hearT.”
Hear. Heart. Heard.
I think you know what I want to say. I hope you can hear me.