Just a quick note: I haven't been blogging in good minute. Starting to wonder why I do it anymore. There's no money in it for me and it's definitely not for readers (Though I am thankful for all two of you!! 😁). I guess I just like writing. I'm cool with that. Anyway, this is my first offering in a good long while so if anyone reads this, try not to be too harsh. Just because don't necessarily believe in romantic love anymore doesn't mean I don't get inspired by it. Enjoy!
The First Hug
I hugged you. Boldly and Happily, I wrapped your soft frail frame in my arms and squeezed.
For the first time since meeting you, since you nearly cried you heart out over who-knows-what, I hugged you.
Still loving you from a distance, for a half an instant my walls eroded and I was so happy to see you I nearly crushed the life from you. You, a soft white rose who spoke with a voice of snowfall, and me, so tempted to hold fast and offer warmth in that cold, cold store.
These are the moments where I almost wish there was a god, a thing to whisper to in the hope of that look, that breath, that embrace lasting just a bit little longer, and longer still. You were the water for my parched heart and I drank in every inch of you-- all straw-colored hair and pale blue eyes, crow’s feet and laugh lines and thin pink lips.
Before I knew it the wall was back and I pulled my smiling mask back on, choking off my heart for my own damn good, like any good masochist.
I was so happy to see you I cried.
--Ryan Scales
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