“Can’t even tell you how I feel, Pooh.” She hugged me and looked right up at me. “You feel loved… that feeling of knowing someone cares about you, thought about you, and wanted you to know it.” “Why they do that?” She smiled up at me. “Because they see exactly what I see.” “What’s that?” She hugged me tighter. “A good man that wants to love and be loved. You want to feel what you’re feeling, but because you’ve never experienced it before, you’re scared.”
