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Honest embrace


Love, Closeness... It is a very private subject.. and we rarely talk about it (at least this openly) But I wanted to, it is important, at least to me.

As much as this is the important one.. it`s also the most difficult one.. luckily I just had a glass of wine with my friend, I thought about If I should write this down now or another time, but since it is such an emotional subject I decided to give it a go right now, maybe that one glass of wine just might make me more relaxed..

So...
 
For me it is a glance and the smile on your face 
the touch of your hands,
And an honest embrace

For where I lay it is you I keep,
This changing world I fall asleep

Those are some of the words in Vanessa Carltons song Home, that song means a lot to me, and I am listening to it as I write this down. Simply said every single part of this song makes me feel safe and it is that feeling that I hope to have and share with that right someone there somewhere in the future.

Choose someone you can feel safe with, someone who's arms you can safely fall asleep in. Choose someone who sees you, who respects you. Choose someone who has that safe look in their eyes,that when you catch their glance you know, you are safe, you are not alone. Someone who makes you feel safe when you are at your most vulnerable . .

And also, be that person.


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