But there’s seriously nothing in the world like the way he hugs me when we haven’t seen each other in a while. I know that for most people a week and a half is not that long and my best friend is in a long distance relationship and that’s way shittier than a week and a half so I’m kind of a bitch for complaining about that week and a half but fuck it I missed him. And that moment when I get to touch him again, to hold him and be held, to tuck my face into the gap between his shoulder and neck and smell him and feel that long, skinny body snaking itself around and over me, well there’s nothing sweeter. I feel safe again. I feel at home again. My anxiety melts. My depression fades. My mind goes completely blank.
And what am I supposed to do with that except not let go?
Part two of a collection of best tweets found in the #bisexualfacts twitter tag.
(Part one here.)
SHAKEN AND STIRRED