This seems to be our signature move. I find that I’m always wrapped around him, and he’s always holding me as if I weigh as much as a feather. It probably feels like that to someone as big as him. I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. I know they upset him, and hiding my face in his neck isn’t fooling anyone. I’m sure he can feel the wetness against his skin. “Come on, shortcake, it’s only a year. We’re going to write every day, and I’ll call and Skype you as much as I can.” I cry harder at the word ‘year’. A whole year without him seems like forever. I know we’ve only been together a month, but it’s been the most perfect month of my life. We’ve been glued to each other since the first time we kissed. “Tell me you love me,” he says. Of course he says that. I haven’t been able to talk for the last twenty minutes. I’ve just been clinging to him and sobbing.
