Her Favorite Hug.
There’s that one type of hug that a girl loves. That tight hug where you put some strength into it, using your both arms, not just one. The one where a girl could bury her face in a guy’s chest, that makes her feel safe & secure, that makes her feel warm on the outside & inside, that makes her feel wanted, the one that lasts for awhile, and the one that would give her the impression that you care.
We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.
This is perfection.
If you ever want to shut me up, let me ride shotgun, turn the music up, wind down the windows and drive me down a dark road under a starry sky.
This is when I’m at my best.
I have a passionate love affair with the way the world looks from a moving vehicle.
This comment tho ^^