the hug

You saw them hug. Two random strangers.

Passing through. As if a bird in flight. You were. But the vision caught your eye. And lingered in your mind.

It was a hug that only exists as you had seen. In airports. A hug from sadness. From knowing you’re parting for days. Weeks. Maybe months. A hug from missing. From pain. From fear of never seeing each other again. A hug accompanied by tears.

Yearning. Longing. Loving.

A hug to see through the nights of no hugs. To feel when no arms reach out. In the darkness. The emptiness. The loveless nights.

And you watched him burrow his face in the crook of her neck. That sacred place of comfort. And her eyes hold back the tears of not knowing when she would feel his next hug.

And it moved your heart. And you felt their ache. And you yearned with them. Poured empathy into the moment.

And suddenly you were there. Within the hug.

Engulfed in their love story.

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