I fear she will move, and I’m not ready to let this go. To let her go. Her hug is warm and soft, and I feel whole here. I don’t want to give it up. I want to keep this hug. I want to keep her. I know I can’t, I know we can’t. But I will hold on to this hug and steal a couple more seconds before the real world comes calling again. “It’s not a pity hug if that’s what you are worried about,”
