When I miss you I don't long for the hot French kisses, I don't long for the wild games we play, don't long for sweating under the sheets.
The only thing I long for is your hug. The hug that is always there somehow, like a distant dream. I want someone to pinch me and tell it is true, that I’m not living a dream, that my life IS a dream.
It’s a nightmare without your hug. With all these miles between us and only a wire to connect us. But the wire is not the toughest bond; our hearts are like two wells connected so secretly but so strongly. I want this all to be over. I want you to come home, to give me the protection and peace in this hectic and loud world. I want to dig myself into your hug like bears taking cover from winter, how cosy. I wake up and it’s the blanket I’m kissing.
In you arms I’m like a child that as long as it stays there it never gas to grow up. I have everything: I don’t need a father I never had, don’t need a mother that never loved, don’t need a new car, degree, new post. I only need this to last forever.
You know darling not a second passed without missing you.
Your face is always here when I close my eyes: smiling, your green eyes are red to me; they are the reddest green color I have ever seen, love burns through them and I can feel the flames. I want to touch your angel face but then the image pops like a soap bubble when you want to hold it. So unreachable, yet I know you’re somewhere out there, longing for me trying to catch my soap bubble.
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WOW! I relate very well to this post. Sometimes it is nice to have a hug. Not just A hug, I guess, but a hug from the arms you know so well and provide so much comfort! A quotation I like is this "just hug me. everything plaguing our megar existance seems to disappear when my arms find their way around you!"