dear you,
you give good hugs.
what i mean is that when you and i hug, we fit. my height seems to fit your height. my cheek rest comfortably in the nook between your chest and your shoulder. my arms fit around your waist, as your arms drape over my hips where your hands cup the slope of the lower curve of my back.
sometimes, you would take a deep breath, say that my hair smells good and touch your cheek to my temple.
we are a two puzzle pieces, you and i. at least when we hug.
i never told you this but i can hear our heartbeats synchronize, whether yours slows the pace or mine quickens.
or, if we are deep in conversation and i can’t hear the beats, i notice our breaths will start to match, the rise and descent of our chest.
and the laughter.
i never had anybody’s hug fit me as well as your have.
but maybe i am putting way too much emphasis on this thought.
i miss you
