Who is supposed to be my friend? … And… Actually love me? According to him… He reaches in to hug me… I don’t fight it… He embraces me tightly… And warped enough, lovingly I guess… For about 10 minutes this continues… Words of endearment… Caressing my hair… I barely move or breathe for that matter… Freezing cold… The warmth of the hug feels good… Bringing my body back to life… Feeling a bit of vigor return… Suddenly… This feeling overwhelms me… The urge to hug him back… I find the energy to lift... Sign in to see full entry.