#204
it's been a long time since i got a real hug. not those 'hi' or 'bye' hugs where you just awkwardly wrap yourself around someone else for that few seconds, but rather a tight hug. a hug that says nothing, but means everything. a hug that comforts, a hug that assures, a hug that tells me that i'm not alone. a hug that resonates 'i'll be there for you'.
i draw comfort out of tactile sensation. call me a hopeless romantic but i long for the day when i can bury my face in someone else's chest and feel safe and warm. when i can say that i feel protected in his arms with conviction - no hesitation, no doubts. and when his hug can make me feel like i'm home even when i'm miles away.
do you remember?
your arms were good, your hugs even better. i could melt my sorrows in them.
till the day you could melt your sorrows in mine too, x.
i draw comfort out of tactile sensation. call me a hopeless romantic but i long for the day when i can bury my face in someone else's chest and feel safe and warm. when i can say that i feel protected in his arms with conviction - no hesitation, no doubts. and when his hug can make me feel like i'm home even when i'm miles away.
do you remember?
your arms were good, your hugs even better. i could melt my sorrows in them.
till the day you could melt your sorrows in mine too, x.