peacepalmtree:

Hugs.

I love your hugs. More than any other hug I receive.

Your hugs mean more. They make me feel like a small child, so innocent, and without responsibility. Every time you hug me, I feel the wave of relief wash over me because I know you accept me.

I’ve told you everything, and you still are willing to be by my side.

Every hug, to me, is like another acceptance. One less judgmental movement I receive every day.

I find myself in your arms. Who I really am. I am young, and I am still just as innocent as I was when i was young.

I found what I wanted all along: to be accepted, by someone, anyone.

When we hug I pay attention to the small things, like your steady breath, your warmth, your heartbeat. It reminds me it is all real, no longer something I dream about.

Most of all, however, when we hug, one thing is for sure:

I don’t want to let go.

I just want to stay safe in your arms that are like walls of a castle.

They won’t let anything hurt me.

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