I bought her a nice hardcover edition for her birthday, and I noticed she hardly ever read it. When I asked why, she said in a kind of embarrassed voice, "I like to have it read to me." I told her I wish she would have told me sooner! I think reading to someone is one of the most intimate things you can do! So I started reading it to her, and by the time I got to page four, she was asleep. That's the way it went. She would like me to read it to her when she was feeling anxious or depressed, and I don't think she once made it to the end of the book without falling asleep. We would use the book to reaffirm to each other that our love was "real".
I wish I had been there on her last day to read it to her. Maybe things would have turned out differently.