Kiss Him

the day when, after weeks of just emailing and simple one armed hugs,
you get to run up to him and just hold on.
hold on and walk. not caring that you look like a penguin.
not caring that you have people talking in your ear.
you have him in your arms, in a real hug for the first time in weeks and nothing matters.
pulling away from the hug and looking up and seeing those big blue eyes.
feeling that pull in your stomach that is saying, "kiss him."
so you walk away before you mess everything up.
you had him in your arms, and for that minute, he was all yours.