I remember what color shirt you were wearing, it was brown. And how it finally felt to hug you when the conversation was over and the time had about come to part ways. The hug we shared was everything I had hoped for, and in that moment I understood why you were so against her witnessing our reunion. The feelings were still there, all of them. I never knew so much could be communicated via hug. Our right cheeks were together when we embraced, not really but they would be if I were a foot taller, and for a spit second I was thinking "NO! This isn't right. We deserve a heart to heart hug." Just as soon as I had finished that thought my head was buried in your shoulder, I felt as though I was melting into you. I instantly felt relaxed, so much so I could have fallen asleep in your arms just standing there. That has always been the case with you. You still care, that much was quite clear. Thank you for that, and if waking life continues to take preventative measures against us seeing each other, I'll meet you in my dreams my dear.