How do you feel about reading out loud? Because I, personally, LOVE being read to! Read to me while we cuddle and you scratch my back and I'll be the happiest person on the planet. A good back scratch goes a long way just fyi.
I hugged him as tightly as I could. I knew he had to go, and I knew he would never come back. Why was this happening to us? Why? Tears streamed down my face. He was my everything and now I was going to loose him.