I wished for your hugs back.
Now, that you said we could have them, I fear.
I fear of the time you would take this privilege back and I will suffer once more.
I’m not happy. Although I thought I will.
I could have never imagined that not being able to hug someone would hurt that much.
What does it mean? To me. To you.
What changed in a month? How did we changed in a month? How did we changed in a year since we know each other? How did we change in the six month when our relationship grew up?
I definitely learned to love in a different way. But you?
I feel a claw in my chest when I think about that. About how easily everything I knew can change. About how easily I can loose you. How easily you can let me go.
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