I should cherish hugs more. They come too frequently, and leave too soon. They are the farewells of friends and lovers, and life. I could die any second, and have missed too many second hugs. I love you so much I don't want to let you go type of hugs. Even the shallow, shy hugs I'd miss. The nervous quick, hard ones I should have actually tried softer. I say I will hug better next time, but then I forget. Next time arms are around me too quickly, or there is no next time. The bottom of my throat tells me there will be more time. When will I die without a hug? Idk. Better hold on to the last one like it's my last.