what does hugging the person you romantically love feel like?

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I imagine it's nothing like holding my pillow every night when I try to go to sleep

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>>35251192
At least I'm not the only one who does this

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>>35251192
>it's nothing like holding my pillow

wh-what if your pillow's the one you love

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>>35251312
That stuttering implies that you really wanna hold a real person

Hugged my qt crush (im gay) in freshman year when we were getting our instruments out of the band closet, almost fainted because of the emotion overload and adrenaline

I was addicted to the thought of him for 4 years after that, gay I know but he was adorable and he's obviously in the closet bi

>>35251148
At the beginning of the relationship it's electric, you don't know how tightly or gently to squeeze, so every embrace is a guess where you learn something new and beautiful about them. Every time your skin grazes theirs it's a revelation, a chill down your back, a pit in your stomach. As you get older together you relax into each other's touch, it is familiar, deep and easy, something your body remembers with needing to think. The years pass and at some point you find yourself holding your wife, your bodies fitting into each other with the old familiar ease, swaying gently side to side your eyes close and you rediscover the scent of her hair, not her shampoo but her, the smell of her. The daily absurdity abates; there is no dread, there is her, and only her

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>>35251148
It's like wanting to squeeze someone until the are literally apart of yourself, but natural shape and gravity actively prevent you from maintaining a tight embrace and you know you'll have to let go, but you know it will never be enough.

Pretty good, emotionally at least. We cuddled on a sofa and fell asleep. My left arm was over her waist but my right arm was kinda pinned under her boobs and hanging off the couch all night.
Woke up with my arm numb and painful to move for an hour or so. There are better ways to cuddle (which we eventually did)

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>>35252215
Fuck, I want to be in love again.