Why is Everything I Write About Love?

I have found a man that when he hugs me his entire body shakes. It is as if he is squeezing so hard that he is taking away all the pain either of us has ever endured. It is as if he is hugging me for so long that he is afraid I will disappear at any moment. In those arms we shake simultaneously and hold on for our lives as each second passes, never wanting to let go. It is as if we are stitching up wounds and saying what words cannot. I tuck my head against his chest and hide my face in his neck, my own personal shell to curl up in. In those arms nothing can be wrong.