Hug me.

I wake up every morning after having slept for only 2 hours. I open my eyes and the first feeling I get isn’t the usual expected relief for a brand new day or the exhaustion and terrible headache that come breaking my door down to tell me that I didn’t sleep long enough. Actually and sadly, it’s emptiness i feel. Like my stomach when I don’t have the appetite to eat for days. It’s not because of the fact that I’m alone in my room or because all I hear is the screaming sound of silence. I start thinking about how everyone else is doing. As I go through the invisible list of the friends and family that I have, I realize that I haven’t seen or heard from most of them and it’s crazy. So much has changed since our own last times. Then there’s one that hurts me most thinking about. I’m not really sure why but it does. Something feels different now. As if things changed and not for the better. That or it could just be my weak insecure heart feeding me lies. I look through my phone’s contact list, looking for someone to spill my guts and cry my heart out to. Every time I scroll through the names, I feel more alone than I did with the one before. Then I decide to ask myself how I’m doing just to extinguish the hell of my curiosity and the answer never ceases to leave me speechless. All I really want is a hug that wouldn’t let me go until our arms lose circulation and go numb. The kind of hug that would whisper to my ear telling me I’m an idiot for ever thinking that I’m alone. To put it simply, I just need a hug. That’s really all there is to it.