An embrace is an embrace.
Arms wrapped around me, bringing my chest to another’s.
Rarely getting hugs made me not know how to do them or react to them.
Dad and I shook hands, that was how we showed affection.
I thought I did not like or need hugs.
Then one day, my colleague, my friend literally became a brother in arms.
Standing there as we mourned the loss of another brother.
It was more than a handshake; it was more than a hand on my shoulder.
It brought comfort, closeness, peace.
Had I been missing out on hugs?
It was not sexual, but it was loving.
It was personal, and it helped.
Like a warm blanket around me, around my soul.
I no longer pulled away, instead I leaned in.
What was the power in these hugs?
The anticipation of this greeting made me smile.
We can share that embrace and share our burdens.
Lifting the weight from each other’s shoulders, and not needing to use words to express that we care.
Now when I greet those that I love, we hug.
Because now I know that I love hugs.
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Comments (4)
Aww, I love that you love hugs now :) This was sweet and beautifully written. I enjoyed it very much.
this is great. love it.
This is so sweet 🖤
Nicely done!