When we were together though, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

We always had our little secrets, whispered quietly into each other’s ears.

Our hands would seek each other out whenever they were feeling lonely.

She knew that I was a serial hugger so she often kept me in her embrace.

I particularly loved it when she would pull me in with just one arm and allow me to lean into her.

Her hugs were just so warm and comforting. If she didn’t initiate one, I would.

I preferred to wrap my arms around her neck, or shoulder, or waist.

It was just easier since she was taller than I am.

At other times, she would rest her arm or her head on my shoulder.

I didn’t care because I wanted to feel her close to me, all the time.

Imagine how surprised I was when the now infamous incident of her telling me not to grow any taller because I was the perfect height for her arms occurred.

It gave me butterflies and made me just a little embarrassed at the same time since we were being filmed.

But secretly, inside, I wanted time to stand still just for awhile so that I could savor the moment.