by Nicola Young
I could feel his warmth the day we met. I fell in love with the glowing feeling that grew in my chest when I looked into his eyes. I fell in love with the way he loved me--I could feel the adoration, the excitement, the joy he felt when we were together. I could feel his love for me as well as I could feel my love for him.
I could feel his excitement the night he proposed. I knew what was coming because I could feel his apprehension, even before he arrived on my doorstep. I could feel his relief and his joy when I said yes.
I could feel his fear that afternoon by the sea, when I placed his hand on my stomach and told him that he would be a father. It felt cold and frightened, and my heart skipped the same beat as his did, and for the first time, feeling what he felt made him seem far away.