I'm here in the dark beside you. The orange Korean afterglow pushing through the textured glass. And my arms are wrapped around your sleeping frame, heavy and secure against me. With my hand on your chest, I feel you breathing. Always steady. Always strong. I can't help but cry. Everything is soaked. Your bare back, my hair, the pillows. And I think that maybe if I turn away and don't touch you I can sleep again. But I think we both know that's wrong. But I try anyway until I can't stand the thought of spending these last days more than an inch away from you. I choke back again andhope that I'm not loud or strong enough to wake you because I'm trying to memorize the entire scene until we meet again...