I’ve spent my whole life wondering WHY hugs and tender hand touches never quite lingered… not like a boy with a burgundy hat that I once met. I forgot to remember him somehow with everything that occurred in my life. We kept catching glimpses of the other though, constantly craving and searching. I never quite understood why everyone I hugged and touched never felt like MORE. I couldn’t remember his name, and eventually his image was put on the back burner too. Someway, somehow, I was still searching for him. I never completely forgot, HOW could I possibly ever. His hugs and gentle fingers interlocking with mine sent a pulse of electric light throughout my soul. Even deep in my first love; his fingers intertwined with my own felt amazing and so much love buuuut… a small whisper always wondered: “why doesn’t these feelings ever linger like it’s supposed to?” I once felt HIS soft caress and warm arms around me and from then on I was soooo fucked. No one else ever compared, and it took so long to find him again. Only his embrace ever truly felt like HOME, and the feeling of him would linger for so long after. He was still shrouding me in his light & love as the sun set for the day and the moon got ready for the first dance…All that was left to do was to call her mine, and seal it with a loving kiss and tight embrace under the moon, stars, and galaxy to bear witness while bonfire flames lapped at our young faces, and the smell of burning amber wood filled our lungs. I had it all planned out… but a malicious bitch got in the way and ruined it all. ONE ruins it for all. Not only did she erase me from memory but she stole my favorite hat and black flannel. The only two possible clues that would’ve lead my girl in the long mint tube top and black shorts with converse back home to me… Everything happens for a reason though, right. I’m just so happy she’s mine again. I’ve been missing her my whole existence and then some. Hugs, hand holding, kisses should always linger on your skin from YOU’RE THE ONE.
