sunny skies , a slight breeze and calm ocean conditions . he takes my hands in his , squeezing gently . for some reason , i ache to lean back into it , into his warmth . in fact , the whole talking thing ? after a while , i give up on thinking too much about it all and slip the card back into my sock drawer . he 'd been so busy feeling sorry for himself he had n't given a thought to her feelings . `` you hated it , but that 's okay . '' 