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.