‘And then you said “Go on, give me a hug”. And in that moment, nothing in the world mattered. Nothing around us could’ve taken away the feeling I felt to be hugged like that. It was just a moment. But it was perfect. The world stopped. There was silence. The quiet that I crave.’
Its a funny thing – for someone who prefers no one in her personal space, no unnecessary physical contact, to comment on the value of one hug. But sometimes… there can be nothing more treasurable than being drawn close to someone – your mom, your friend, your love – and to be held, if even for just a short moment. Or better… for a longer one.
Sometimes its too short, the hug I mean. One person lets go too soon. And sometimes it’s you who doesn’t know when the right time to let go is. But sometimes, you get it just right. And in that moment, for whatever reason you’re there, the world melts away.
Sometimes you’re saying hello to someone you haven’t seen in a while. The embrace is one of joy. Its filled with laughter and smiles and warmth. Sometimes you’re sad, empty or lonely and for that moment when you’re within the right person’s hug, you don’t feel any of those things any more. Sometimes your tears are flowing so fast that if you weren’t being held right then, you’d surely collapse. Sometimes its just small squeeze, a quick embrace, that can make the day positive, accomplishable, meaningful, possible.
Sometimes you’re saying goodbye to someone you love. You’re letting them go, but in that moment, you don’t want to. You’re holding on to them in a hug, because you somehow think that if you can hold them here, you may be able to hold onto them forever.
Sometimes, this small gesture is as bold and relevant as if it were as intimate as a kiss, as meaningful as a vow and as moving as… well, an earthquake (which sometimes it really feels like).
The value of it, really only understood between the holder and hugged.
And I wonder… if everything could ever feel this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again?