Today is the kinda day where this video hits me hard. I’m not missing him per se, just the feeling of someone else’s fingers entwined in my own and the reassurance that — just for one second — you aren’t alone in the world. I miss hugs. Not just any hugs, but hugs that leave you gasping for breath but you can’t bear to let go because you feel at peace. I miss admiring flowers on my desk and knowing that those blooms represent the thoughts that someone else has for me. Most of all, I miss someone who tells me I’m beautiful — when I wake up, when I take my retainer out, when I spill spaghetti on the front of my shirt, when I’m covered in sweat and grass stains and soccer tan lines, all those times when I’m especially not. I don’t miss him. I just miss Love.
That’s all the introduction it needs.