I want to hug you in a snowsuit.
I want to hug you naked and blindfolded, until neither of us can tell whose arms are whose.
I want to hug you in an open field, I want to hug you in an apocalypse. Is that so wrong?
I want you to touch my hair, even by accident, or pat my arm.
I want you to open your arms and just stand there silent, while I funnel out this overwhelming love I have for you. I want to hug you. Please? For me?
One day I’ll tell you that I will love you till I become a child again, like that poem about love after death in the realm of the universe… you’ve never heard it, but I wish you would.
I listened to it that night…
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