My love was born with a gap in between her two front teeth; a smile too bashful to show proudly. I was born with crooked teeth yet I wore it not particularly noticing. When my love turned twelve she could start to tell her gap made her a misfit. Turning twelve, I told her that her gap was mesmerizing around her freckled cheeks. Her gap in her smile made her unique. It would soon make others envious. Her gap in her smile made her a heartthrob, though she would never know. When she turned fifteen she got her teeth fixed, rewarding with a straight aligned smile. Her gapless smile made her feel like she was no longer different. Her gapless smile made her realize how priceless she truly was. How priceless her gap truly was.