Conference.

I drove about 100 miles to see you at 2 in the morning, and I got to sit close to you.. And almost got to cuddle you. And hold you again. 

When you took off your socks it just reminded me of how much I loved your feet. 

I hate feet. 

But there's something about yours that just makes me forget that. 

And when you hugged me goodnight before going upstairs, I realized something so sad. 

That you are the only person who has given me a good hug since you left me. 

Which is sad, because it's not a hug of sympathy. 

It's not a hug of comfort. 

It's a cold embrace from the one thing that tore down my wall. 

A cold embrace I loved so so much. 

That made it hard for me not to kiss you.