From a Long Pause

I need a hug

I missed writing in this blog.

I missed the comfort that this site gives.

I missed it badly

I missed me.

I hate it when people say that I am so full of me

But it’s the truth that only a few friends can see

I remember those days that you just stand by me

Chatting under the rain, painting my face with glee

I hate it when people say that I am so lost

But it’s their way of saying “we love you most”

I remember those days that you seat by me

Dreaming under the skies, sharing friendship as a key

I missed not just me

I missed them incessantly

I missed the angels who stood by me

I missed writing here.

Can you hug me?