Seven months since I last saw you.
Seven months of fleeting messages.
This distance has never stopped pulling at my chest. Every day I feel its tug.
But, after all is said and done,
after all the emotional turmoil I’ve put myself through,
Wondering, waiting, wishing…
I’ve realized that, the thing I miss the most,
The thing that makes my whole body ache from the memory,
Is your hug.
I long for that simple, physical contact.
That feeling that you’re there,
and I’m safe there.
If only that were the only thing I miss…
But if I could see you now, only for a moment,
All I would ask for is that hug