Sometimes in the evenings

Sometimes in the evenings, I feel how much I miss warmth... not just physical warmth, but the kind that comes from snuggling close to your man, feeling his breath, his heart close. I want to hug him so much—long, tenderly, wordlessly, just be in his arms and know that all is well.

I miss that feeling of calm, when the whole world seems to freeze, and only two remain—him and me. When in his arms I can be myself—soft, tender, fragile. When I don't need to say anything, because everything is clear without words.

I so want to feel the strength of his arms, the warmth of his body, that special closeness in which all worries disappear. I want him to become my place of peace, my home, my warmth. After all, there's nothing more precious than hugging the person you love and knowing that this is your happiness.

Do you also sometimes miss simple human warmth—sincere, alive, filled with love?