There are days when the chest feels heavy,
as if the world had forgotten
how to give hugs.
There's a child inside,
who doesn't ask for much —
just a wordless caress,
an "I'm with you" that won't go away.
There's no mistake in feeling
that the warmth of a close body is missing,
the simple touch
of someone who demands nothing
more than to be there.
And if today the world isn't enough,
if other people's arms don't reach,
remember that your hands also heal,
that your chest also warms,
that your soul knows how to love itself
when it allows it.
So hug yourself,
as someone who loves you would,
with tenderness, with love,
without conditions or haste.
Because yes, you deserve that love.