{"id":1031449,"date":"2020-08-13T00:43:39","date_gmt":"2020-08-13T04:43:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/?p=1031449"},"modified":"2021-04-08T15:05:56","modified_gmt":"2021-04-08T19:05:56","slug":"for-when-i-get-to-hug-you-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/megan-glosson\/2020\/08\/for-when-i-get-to-hug-you-again\/","title":{"rendered":"For When I Get To Hug You Again"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The world feels more than a little bit unstable right now, and honestly I&#8217;m not okay. I know that even when you&#8217;re not physically with me we&#8217;re still connected because you tell me that all the time. But, damn, I definitely miss the comfort that comes with your embrace.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Whenever we&#8217;re apart, I walk around with this feeling I can&#8217;t seem to shake. It&#8217;s like an emptiness inside my chest that I can never really seem to fill. Anytime you wrap your arms around me, though, I suddenly feel full. It doesn&#8217;t matter where we connect, be it an embrace out on the sidewalk or some cuddles while we watch TV, it all means the world to me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I&#8217;ve hugged a lot of people throughout my lifetime, but none of them held me quite the way you do. It&#8217;s like your arms were always meant for me; I just had to find you. Your arms are like my solace, a sanctuary from the demons in my mind. I don&#8217;t know how you do it, but a simple hug from you makes the madness melt away and calms the storm that constantly brews inside.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I&#8217;m not sure you even realize how magical your hugs are (although I&#8217;m fairly certain you know how much I love them). But honestly? It&#8217;s time you knew.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So this is for when I get to hug you again, whether that&#8217;s tomorrow or next year:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Thank you for comforting me, protecting me, and keeping me safe and warm. Your arms are my refuge and my home. I can&#8217;t think of a better place to rest than wrapped in your embrace.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I know my arms may not always seem as warm and welcoming as yours, but I&#8217;ll try my best to keep you safe when they&#8217;re around you. I can be your shelter too, and together we can face the world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The world feels more than a little bit unstable right now, and honestly, I&#8217;m barely hanging on. But thinking about all the hugs of our past is keeping me alive. I can&#8217;t wait for the moment when I get to hug you again, and I know that I&#8217;ll never take your love for granted. If I&#8217;m being completely honest, I hope that our next hug can last forever (or at least quite a while) because I never want to let you go.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Thinking about all the hugs of our past is keeping me alive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":36248491,"featured_media":1031450,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"thoughtcatalog_call_to_action":"","tc_post_redirect":"","thoughtcatalog_is_sponsored_content":"0","footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[603214642,5004],"anchortext":[603217417],"posttemplate":[603196126],"adcampaign":[],"coauthors":[603189499],"class_list":["post-1031449","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","tag-calm-catalog","tag-mental-health","featured_content-nrml"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/pexels-anna-shvets-4557649.jpg","author_meta":null,"photo_credit":null,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1031449","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/36248491"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1031449"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1031449\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1031451,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1031449\/revisions\/1031451"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1031450"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1031449"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1031449"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1031449"},{"taxonomy":"anchortext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/anchortext?post=1031449"},{"taxonomy":"posttemplate","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posttemplate?post=1031449"},{"taxonomy":"adcampaign","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/adcampaign?post=1031449"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=1031449"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}