Hugs

So you just told me to write about hugs.  I don't really know what to say about them, though.  I love hugs.  They make me happy.  Especially when they're with you.  Because you make me so happy and feeling you against me makes me feel secure.  When you're in my arms, I know you're okay.  I know I don't have to worry because in that moment, I won't let anything hurt you.

That's part of why I like hugs so much.  There is a certainty about them.  It is a moment in which I do have control.  Or even if I don't, it is a moment when I don't need to.  It's one of those moments I'm not going to be worrying about you because I know that I can do literally everything in my power to make things okay, to make them right, or at least to help you when I can't fix anything.

I like being next to you, and being with you, and knowing that it's okay.  And sometimes I guess I forget how to function in a certain setting without you.  Because walking a hundred meters away, I realize that you're not here, and I can't work, and I don't know what to do with myself because I've forgotten what it is to get things done when you're not next to me.

That's the weird thing is that this didn't really hit me until I saw you again and held you in my arms again...and then I remembered how much I missed you.  So here I am, waiting impatiently to see you again.  Wondering when I can next hold you in my arms.  Hoping that it's not going to be too long before your head fits perfectly against my shoulder again.