"The Hug That Never Left"

[Juliette]

Yet even when understood no response taken makes things real sad

Hmm thats life… not everything we carry finds its echo back.

 

[BnB007]

Haha that’s the magic of words...they make you feel part of the moment!

If words can make me feel that close to you… imagine what the real thing would do. Now you’ve got me dreaming a little too vividly.

 

[Tristan]

They weren’t in love.
At least, that’s what they told themselves.

It was just friendship, just comfort, just two people holding on to something they couldn’t name. That evening, when they were about to part ways, the world seemed heavier than usual.

She hesitated, shifting her bag from one shoulder to the other. He looked at her as if he had something to say, but no words came. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.

It wasn’t long. Just a few seconds. But it was enough.

Her face buried into his shoulder, his heartbeat steady against her cheek, the air thick with all the feelings they couldn’t speak aloud.

When they finally let go, nothing had been confessed, nothing promised. Yet something stayed between them, stronger than words.

That hug lived on long after the messages slowed, long after the distance grew.

Because some moments don’t end when they’re over. They linger. They become the memory you carry, whether you want to or not...

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"holding on to something they couldn’t name"
They knew what was actually between them but....
the dream of love too delicate to dare...!
Some dreams are too precious to leave untried...
Better to step forward and try, trembling but brave !

 

[Juliette]

"holding on to something they couldn’t name"
They knew what was actually between them but....
the dream of love too delicate to dare...!
Some dreams are too precious to leave untried...
Better to step forward and try, trembling but brave !

True… some feelings are too fragile, yet too strong to ignore.

 

[Quagmire]

They weren’t in love.
At least, that’s what they told themselves.

It was just friendship, just comfort, just two people holding on to something they couldn’t name. That evening, when they were about to part ways, the world seemed heavier than usual.

She hesitated, shifting her bag from one shoulder to the other. He looked at her as if he had something to say, but no words came. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.

It wasn’t long. Just a few seconds. But it was enough.

Her face buried into his shoulder, his heartbeat steady against her cheek, the air thick with all the feelings they couldn’t speak aloud.

When they finally let go, nothing had been confessed, nothing promised. Yet something stayed between them, stronger than words.

That hug lived on long after the messages slowed, long after the distance grew.

Because some moments don’t end when they’re over. They linger. They become the memory you carry, whether you want to or not...

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Not being able to speak our mind because of the fear of what we might loose is the worst feeling ever. The little gestures we throw around all the while praying they'll catch a hint....

 

[Juliette]

Not being able to speak our mind because of the fear of what we might loose is the worst feeling ever. The little gestures we throw around all the while praying they'll catch a hint....

I get ya.. sometimes the unsaid words weigh heavier than the ones spoken!