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IF NOBODY HAS DIED, WHY DO I GRIEVE? // HOW DO I DRESS THE BODY I WILL NOT MEET? HOW DO I DRESS THE BODY I CANNOT LOVE? 

IF NOBODY HAS DIED, WHY DO I GRIEVE? // HOW DO I DRESS THE BODY I WILL NOT MEET? HOW DO I DRESS THE BODY I CANNOT LOVE? 

“Can I have just one?”

“Nope! You’re not leaving without one of these.”

“I think you’re confusing a hug, with a full blown body tackle.”

“Your hugs feel different than everyone else…”

“This hug is getting a bit tight… something up?”

“You’re doing okay, I promise.”

“Just until I fall asleep?”

“Just a reminder that I have ribs, and they are breakable.”

“I told you, this means you’re safe.”

“If you were anyone else, you would have been flipped right over.”

“I guess I accept my inevitable fate of minor physical affection.”

“I just need some quiet comforting right now…”

“If words won’t work, what about my hugs?”

“I don’t want to be let go.”

“Can you just stay like that for an hour, maybe?”

“You looked like you needed one of these.”

“I am officially the Cozy Station, and these arms have limited VIP space for front row hugs.”

“You can hide in my arms all night.”

“Do you really think my waist is that comfortable?”

“Don’t squander your special hug permissions.”

“Okay, come here. You don’t need to use that face.”

“I can’t believe it! You’re here!”

“One more for the road? Come on you know you want to.”

“I need a hug.”