The following is an excerpt from fellow (and much smarter) blogger associate of mine Sippican Cottage:
I remember when I was lying on the bed like a dead thing, and you came into the room and thought I was asleep. I wasn't asleep; I was gone from sight, and sound, and lost in a fever. I lay there in a puddle of sweat and more; my very life coming out of every pore, leaving nothing but a husk where a man used to be. And you kissed me. I remember.
Happy Valentine’s Day Heather!