It was mid-December, and the coldest night of the year. You and Emily’s evening had been spent bundled up in blankets in front of the fireplace like moths to a flame. You hated the cold.

You struggled to fall asleep, tossing, and turning, and curling up next to Emily. The heating was on, of course, but you seemed to be cold-blooded, constantly having cold hands and feet.

Eventually, you succumbed to sleep. But Emily lay there, adoringly staring at you in the darkness, a soft smile on her face. God, she loved you.. So much. She silently slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the dresser, pulling out a pair of your favorite fuzzy socks. Somehow, you didn’t even stir when she placed them on your feet, in a subtle, but meaningful, act of love.