A tacklehug
Running out to greet friends.
The feathery-light feeling
Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,
All grasping for some sort of an embrace.
A giant group hug
Bear hugs, too
Running and leaping and laughing.
A tap on the hand,
Asking for permission
Going a little beyond
Friendship
Scooting closer
Leaning in
Holding hands.
Arms around shoulders,
Elbows hooked,
A giant spinny circle
Where we always fall down.
Human touch is an incredible thing
And I cherish it.
I let myself cry
And it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest
Exploding
Shattering into the sky
I felt like I was dying
Each day it gets easier
But when it catches up to you
I'm so old
I know I'm not really but
It feels like it.
Like I'm a teenager
For real this time
Like I'm normal
And my parents trust me
And I can text?
And I'm normal
You created memories
And then got to move on
Leaving them untouched and perfect
Mine are being trampled.
Walked all over by my friends
My peers
I can't DO this
This constant emotional bombardment
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