Look at him a little longer because this will be the last time you do. Hold him a little tighter because soon, his smooth skin and defined body will be just a memory. Squeeze his hand a little harder because after tonight, there will be no one to hold on to. Curse the league, curse the fans, and curse Lou, because you�ll never be heated by his ever-present warmth. Wrap your arms around his waist, comb your fingers through his hair and let him sleep peacefully beside you, because this is the last time you�ll have someone who loves you.