I felt them through my entire body.
In our early days together, it was my hugs to him
as he returned from deployment.
We generally never had an opportunity for farewell hugs.
Only words if he had time to call me from work and bid me a hasty goodbye.
Quick I love you’s between us and then nothing until he’d return home weeks later, and those hugs, on my part, were filled with relief that he’d come back to me safely.
You’re home. You’re alive.
Him behind me, his body warm against me.
His knees tucked into mine, his arm over and around me, cupping my breast in his hand, my hand grasping his.
My stomach filling with butterflies as it sensed his truck coming around the corner, down the street. Opening the front door to see him walking up the drive.
A deep kiss, and then his arms wrapped around me, my arms around his waist.
I’m home and so very glad to see you hugs.
Music on, bodies swaying gently together,
Sweet kisses raining upon my forehead,
His hands clasped behind my back,
My body snugged up against his.
The two of us drifting into one another.
Passionate hugs that led us to the nearest surface.
Near the end we could only hug with our hands and intense gazes.
Cancer consumed his body and caused pain when touched.
True Love hugs.
I felt his as his green eyes followed me around the room as I tidied up, and I know he felt mine as I gently bathed and dressed him.
Chuck and I never stopped hugging one another.
Never stopped kissing one another.
He was in my blood and I, in his.
I think back on his hugs now, as I fashion pillows around me when I prepare for sleep.
Memories of all those hugs,
I ache to feel them again.
To feel him wrapped around me again~