this morning #957.

this morning, i brought her soft body in closer, gripped her tight, tried merging our metaphorical molecules. wished we could become one being. wished she was spiritual enough to believe we could. though she wasn’t, i still felt how she felt for me in the way that she held me. then i wondered if she hugged others just as hard. i’d never paid attention enough to know either way. i loosened my grip. leaned back. looked her in the eyes. raised an eyebrow. smized. she smized right on back. that look helped me surmise that i have nothing to worry about. i can free up the space that’s been clogged up with doubt. how hard she hugs others has nothing to do with me.