Imagine

22. A Home Between Two Arms

I remember the first day I met you, after you and I became we, I remember you coming across the dimly lit restaurant, wearing a purple shirt- your smile wide and welcoming with a hint of warmth in it. I remember leaping up from my seat and jumping into your arms hugging you tight. My arms snaked across your lithe build and squeezed you tight whilst you loosely held your arms around my waist and then tightened your grip as I squeezed you tight. Your heart was beating fast as I am sure mine was and my head was tucked underneath your chin. It was brief but the first of many hugs we'd share. Warmth engulfed me as our body heat collided, our blanket of love nestling on us and our protectiveness of each other settled upon us as I laid my head on your chest and you laid your chin on my head.

After a long, troubled week, I remember cuddling into you, exhausted, putting my whole body weight on you. I remember you keeping me upright as you held me tight leaving feathery kisses on my head. I remember closing my eyes, letting my senses fill with you. My ears listening to your heartbeat, the familar lub dub lub dub sound soothing my frazzled nerves and tired soul, energizing me to start another week afresh. My nose picked up your unique scent, a woodsy note with a minty hint along with your boyish unique fragrance. My arms slung across you lazily, making you a prisoner of my arms. I remember getting annoyed when you tried to adjust our positions but somehow you manage to jostle me along with you and I just end up hugging you tighter and you held me tight against you.

I remember keeping my head on your chest, looking up at you lazily, admiring your long black eyelashes and getting amazed at how your iris turns light brown as the sun's light fell upon your face and I got mesmerized by your clean, clear cut, sharp accent as you spoke. I did try my best to keep listening to what you said but sometimes the light playing with your iris or the gorgeousness of your long black lashes, or the clear swoon- worthy accent of yours just became too much for me to keep in and admire and I ended up complimenting them more times than I can count, in an hour.

Fear and problems that engulfed us, became forgotten as our arms snaked around each other, my nose at the crook of your neck sniffing you like a puppy does. The most peace I've ever felt, at the time, was in our hugs- when nothing else in the world mattered to me, and the world disappeared under my feet, as if you and I were the only ones in the world that time.

Our hugs weren't always during times when our smiles were bright, I remember hugging you tightly as you broke down and cried. I remember rubbing your back, in what I hoped was a soothing way, as I desperately tried to calm you down. I tightened my hug as my heart broke for you. I tightened my grip out of fear and a motherly sense of caring and protectiveness. I remember lightly kissing your hair and messing it up, my hands tangled in your hair, in an attempt to soothe you. I remember closing my eyes, praying for things to get better, keeping my tears at bay. You stopped crying and we were there, hugging each other in silence as  your tears dried. You squeezed me tight before you slowly pulled away from me. And we rested our foreheads against each other's, clutching each other's hands tight.

I remember laying my head against your shoulder, my body flush against yours listening to you talk on the phone and I angled my self to draw patterns on your chest, absentmindedly smiling at your accent and you gave me a small cheeky smile, putting your right arm above mine, drawing circles with the pad of your thumb, on my wrist. Peace, bliss, contentment are the only words I can think of to describe that moment

I remember the sudden feeling of finality I got as you pulled away from my hug to reach for something and I quickly hugged you from behibd, catching you by surprise almost causing you to stumble but I held you tight. I laid my head against your back, squeezed your waist tightly as I took one final sniff of you, letting your familiar scent soothe me.

Every good thing has to end and end it did, my home in your arms ended in a brief tight hug under the inky black sky, the humid hot air of summer swirling around us, many words between us left unsaid and hanging because we never knew it was our final hug.

My home was not a building with four walls, my secure place in this world was not in any secured area, my place that filled me with peace was not a meadow next to a clear gushing spring with butterflies circling around it; instead, all of these places- the place where my worries disappeared, where for me, fear knew no existence, where peace, security, warmth and positive energy was present, where I felt like myself- my shelter and refuge was in between two arms. Your arms.

Heeeey Readers,
What do you think of it? Sigh...I love hugs and I am in dire need of one right now, so see what came up.

*Squeezes myself tight *

MURDER THE VOTE AND COMMENT BUTTON OR YOU SHALL HAVE NO HUGS EVER * narrows eyes, evilly grins *

HERE'S A HUG FROM ME!

Forever,
GirlzSparkle

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Please pray for my country, Sri Lanka, I guess you have heard about the Easter Sunday massacre that killed more than 250 people and left more than 500 injured, in a series of bomb blasts in Colombo, Negombo and Batticaloa, targetting 3 Catholic churches and 2 five star hotels on 21st April 2019. Security has been beefed up since then but all of us are living in terror not knowing if anyone who steps out will come back home again.