Compatibility is something that just can’t be altered. You have it or you don’t. And when it came to our hugs I could stay there until winter came and passed so many times that we were gray and wrinkled. It felt as if we were holding on for dear life; neither of us wanting to let go of the other. I would absorb the smell of her shampoo mixed with the undeniably unique aroma of Starbucks that always followed us home. Every time a hug ended I would wish that I had held on just a minute longer. No words had to be said, yet our entire relationship was easily summarized in one sweetly innocent action.