You were never only a mirror. But I caught glimpses of myself in you; warm slices of colour you handed to me each time we met. I was an unfolding thing then, furled, bent winged; now unbound. We mirrors are tended, precious breaths.  Did you notice them across the room and were caught off guard by the attraction that unfurled through your body?  Maybe your feelings for a friend grew until ‘the best friend I love’ became ‘the one I love best’ and a life together.  Perhaps the wonderings and images that threaded the margins of your dreams wove into a sense of self until you saw and named it…