#oh thats so lovely
a scenario:
your f/o taking care of you with love and patience.
you got hurt, and they quickly volunteer to treat your wounds, with a care and love you haven’t received in ages that almost break your heart. when have you been so loved before?
“is there something else i can do for you?”
“yeah…maybe. but it might sound silly and childish. ” you ponder in a low tone, but not low enough for them to hear.
“what’s it?”
“just an…hug.”
your f/o blinks a few times before their gaze soften, and of course, they engulf you in the warmest hug. a nostalgic feeling, you think.
“but this is not a silly or childish question.”
“i thought it’d have sounded like that.”
“you haven’t received any form of affection in a while now, that’s why you wanted an hug. it’s not anything stupid.”
you’re lucky they’re so smart. a person who’s able to read you like this it’s indeed a gift from heaven.
still, you feel a weird sensation you can’t actually explain aching in your chest, but the grip around their torso tighten without your direct noticing.
“actually” you silently tell to yourself in the calm of your head “all I wanted was yourhug.”
