One Set of Arms

Sometimes all you need is a hug.  Just one set of arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tightly, absorbing your pain.  That’s it.  Nothing special, no exchange of words, just to be held by someone.  Sometimes that’s all you need.  It isn’t going to magically disappear, but it’s less than it was, a little bit of weight off your chest.  Someone to tell you that over time, it becomes so.  Eventually there will be nothing left.  It’s amazing how one set of arms, one simple action, can tell you so much.