"And I’m scared.I’m scared to death about

never being able to reach out to touch your face,

to stroke your hair, to massage your neck again.

I’m scared to death that I’ll never be able to

wrap my arms around you again,

or breathe in your scent, or bury my face in your shoulder.

And above all, I’m scared;

I’m scared that you’ll never be scared the same way.

-ryl