the threads in her head

I remember a guy, who when I first installed my hugs button, spammed it, and shot the number up to 1000plus in one day.

But more clearly, I remember a guy who really hugged me when I felt faint, queasy, tired, a guy who spins magic worlds with words, who reminds me, gets me to think, properly, clearly, to reflect on what I want and what I need, who tells me to pray, always, who is cold to me so that I would learn.

And I love, love him.