Hold Me

When I was little, my father was the one who held us when we got hurt.  He hugged us and rocked us, telling us it would be okay.

I still enjoy being held when I'm hurting.  It's so comforting.

I can't remember the last time I was hurting and someone gave me a hug, let alone held me. 

I miss it.
ShatteredOne ShatteredOne
31-35
Jul 26, 2010