Never

She will never feel someone's lips brushing gently against her lips, her skin. Never feel someone's breath on her shoulder or neck in the morning. The weight of their hand on her hip and wrists, their arms around her waist. She will never feel the wonderful sensation of someone whispering those special three words in the middle of the night, the morning, the afternoon. She will never wear white and walk down the aisle to the person she loves more than anyone else. And she is okay with that. She is okay with all of the nevers.