I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back … then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.
