When you reached forward, I was stunned for a moment.

You were going to initiate a hug.

Really? I thought you said you didn't hug people willingly?

But when you wrapped your arms around me, I automatically returned the gesture.

And oh, it was warm.

But the next moment, that warmth disappeared.

You removed your arms from around me, told me to take care and left.

I silently cursed that my mother had to be standing there and watching us.

Why… oh, why

I wish we could have stayed in that position longer.

I wish you could have held me longer.

Your strong, protective arms around me…

I have never wanted to be held so badly by anyone before.

It felt so comforting.

It was just plain nice.

You smelled good, too.

And you know how I hate the warmth? But I didn't mind if it was from you.

Holding me close, I wish you could've told me how you felt.

I wish I could've told you how I felt.

I wish we could've whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears.

I wish I could've told you

To hold me tighter…

To hold me closer…

To never let me go…

I wanted to stay like that in the middle of a cold, spring night, wrapped in your warm embrace.

But we couldn't.

And when I saw your retreating back, I knew I had fallen so badly for you.