“Are you okay?” you asked, several seconds into our hug.
“…yes…” I answered. “Why?”
“You’re holding me a lot tighter than you usually do.”
I was so excited to be in your arms that I hadn’t really noticed that I had thrown mine around you with a lot more enthusiasm than usual. Whoops! I had already opened my mouth to apologize when I felt you shifting your grip to pull me even closer. So what actually came out of my mouth was fueled by my flustered, fluttering brain and was a lot lamer than I would have wanted.
But you didn’t seem to mind my inane babble.
And then you held me for a long, long time.
Why, oh why, can’t such moments last forever?
