There is something I love more than almost anything in the world. And it is being hugged. I love the feeling of two friends, two lovers, hearts beating together in sync with each others. Although, the rhythm is breathtakingly beautiful, when two hearts beat so vehemently and vibrantly separately, but in all reality, that is together.
It is nice to know that someone loves you enough to squeeze you tight enough, or at others times, fragile touch, to hold all of the broken piece's together, and keep them together. When your heart is crying out, it is nice to know
someone is listening, and that your heart is their favorite song.
As a woman, I love to be held, even if it for but a small moment. To be comforted, or to comfort anothers soul, is one of Gods grandest gifts to us. For some reason, even the thought, the picture of two people hugging can grab my heart, and sooth the moments pain, anguish and sorrow. I love falling into the arms of a friend.
One word, beautiful.
It is nice to know that someone loves you enough to squeeze you tight enough, or at others times, fragile touch, to hold all of the broken piece's together, and keep them together. When your heart is crying out, it is nice to know
someone is listening, and that your heart is their favorite song. As a woman, I love to be held, even if it for but a small moment. To be comforted, or to comfort anothers soul, is one of Gods grandest gifts to us. For some reason, even the thought, the picture of two people hugging can grab my heart, and sooth the moments pain, anguish and sorrow. I love falling into the arms of a friend.
One word, beautiful.
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