There are hugs that don't ask anything. They just appear at the right moment. Without words, without explanations. Warm, soft, whole. You don't want to let go of such hugs - in them you become yourself again. Small, vulnerable, real.

I dream of such hugs. Not from a random passerby, but from someone who knows my weaknesses - and doesn't run away. Hugs in which you are not afraid to cry. In which you forget about fatigue, doubts, the noise of the world. Because when you are hugged with love - everything else is temporary. And this is eternal.