The Hug I Don’t Remember

When love speaks in different languages Lights appear where there were none. Homes smell warmer. Families gather. Sometimes awkwardly, sometimes joyfully… and affection finds visible forms. Hands rest on shoulders. Arms wrap around backs. Gifts are exchanged, laughter is rehearsed, and love becomes something you can point at and say, There. That. These are the … Continue reading The Hug I Don’t Remember