You came into my life and you told me that I was bad at hugs, and with that I thought, I’m bad at hugs because I have never been held with hands as gentle as yours, I’m bad at hugs because I’ve never bothered to share the weight I hold on my shoulders with someone of your strength, I’m bad at hugs because I was afraid that opening my arms I would only receive heart break on a silver platter, so excuse me if I’m bad at hugs but would you mind showing me? I was thinking if you could stay a while and teach me how to hold you so that you will never leave me, I was thinking maybe you could tell cupid to stop using me as target practice because I think I’ve found the one, I was thinking maybe you could stay awhile...