there's something about crying with someone. both parties alone together sharing tears of pain or joy, sharing the crusted and bottled emotions inside us.
thank you for being there when i couldn't hold it in anymore. thank you for letting me hold you when your heart wasn't in good condition.
i just wanted you to hold me. i just wanted to be held, always be held. there was nothing more important or on my mind when i was in someone's arms. my head resting on the gape of their neck, or buried in their warm chest. there was something special about slowing my rapid breathing and matching it with someone elses.
there’s something about familia that makes me sigh. the warm glow of a hug; the cheeky wink of an eye.
there’s something about familia that makes me cry. the pain of passing; the tests set for us to try.
but with the unexpected & emotion whether biological or chosen, familia is familiarity; home; connection & this i cherish with the deepest of affection.
I miss you, dear, a little, a little but too much. I miss your eyes, your shining smile, I miss your tender touch. When I think of your laugh at night, and everything you do, I realise, I miss your hugs and every part of you.
