Holding her close is something that can’t ever be put into words. But yet, I try as best I can. The warmth of her love, literally radiating through her skin, in every touch of her hands and in every breath and brush of her lips against my skin. I can only imagine how much I mean to her. Only imagine how much she loves me. Only hope that with my embrace, I can make up for even the littlest part of the love she gives me. And in one moment, I know that I will always love her. For she loved me when I needed it the most. She loved me, when I wanted it the most. She is my life. She is the heart of my hearts, the skin of my skin, the breath of my life, the light to my eyes, the motivation to my every step and the core of my being. And all I can do, is hold her in my arms, kiss her forehead and whisper in her ears… “I love you”. Its all I can do.