Sometimes I need a good hug.
A hug from a dear person.
A hug from a person I am in love.
A warm hug from a friend.
I miss the hugs from man that loves me with all his heart.
I miss the hugs where I feel protected by stong and simultaneously gentle wings.
I miss the warmness of his chest.
I miss the song of his heart beat, I miss it’s dance.
I miss the entire amount of feelings that comes packed from “another half”.
Spiders web is made from love. Spider is made from love. He knows how to make his web so perfectly and without any laziness.