I met you in a dream. You had your arms around me and you never said anything. I wanted to see your face so greatly, but I never could turn around. I saw the tiny light hairs on the skin of your knuckles; a ring glistening on your pinkie finger; your neatly trimmed nails.
I felt heat descend from your arms and pass over my cheeks. I felt warm. Your arms murdered reality and let my mind run free. It was like drinking coffee on a cold day. All problems were far from reach; out of distance. You made me feel like that.
Perhaps this was, what peace was.
Your arms, the mere presence of your soul was greater than anything in this world. And I didn’t want to wake up.
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