Daphne Moon...

The name resonated in my head like the most melodic love song.

As I lie in my bed, the master suite in my home at the Montana felt even bigger than it really was. Funny because I never minded being alone before.

But being lonely was something completely different.

Yes... I, Niles Crane, was lonely.
Of course I'd never admit it out loud; because neither Frasier nor Dad would understand.

But Daphne would.

Hours after I first laid eyes on her, I found myself unable to get her out of my mind. She was the most exquisite goddess I'd ever seen! The way her beauty and grace resonated throughout the room; how sweet, loving and caring she was! When I shook her hand, I couldn't believe how soft and fragrant it was; as though I were touching the most delicate rose petal.

And that accent! Why, it was absolutely beautiful! When I commented on it, Daphne lit up like a glorious sunrise... one that I wouldn't mind waking up to in the morning.

Dear God, what am I doing? I've only just met the angel!

There's that word again... angel.
I hadn't meant to say the word out loud, but when I saw the tears in her eyes, I knew that I'd touched her deeply. It was as though she'd never been told how wonderful she is.

This beautiful creature... an angel sent from Heaven, showed a compassionate side that I never once saw in Maris. And it was then that I was only too happy to be paying half of Daphne's salary. In fact, all Frasier had to do was say the word and I would have gladly taken over the entire responsibility of paying her. After all, she was doing wonders for our father's well-being.

I could see how hard Daphne was working; folding the laundry as though she'd spent a lifetime perfecting it. I simply must bring my laundry over to Frasier's house for Daphne to take care of. I never realized that boxer shorts could be so soft.

Oh, Heavens! What am I saying? Daphne's not a slave! She's... a work of art! Perhaps I'll just ask Frasier to tell me Daphne's secret of getting the clothes so soft.

Or maybe I'll just ask Daphne myself. Not that I need to fabricate an excuse to see her again.

I could kick myself for not staying for dinner. I'm sure Daphne's a wonderful cook. But then I saw the hurt in her eyes.

Why did I have to react when she asked about Maris? I let my shattered emotions about my impending divorce get in the way, and I managed to upset Daphne in the process.
I was absolutely livid when Frasier exposed my deepest secret;

My marriage to Maris was in ruins.

The revelation upset the goddess Daphne, prompting her to show me such sincerity that I fell in love with her all over again; the tears in her eyes, the way she grasped my hand in both of hers.
I simply must find a way to repay her.