i can imagine how comforting it must be to hold someone, like they’re something delicate, something precious. everyone i know talks about how comforting it is to be held—even me—but the thought of holding someone also feels ugjfhd
it’s knowing that they chose you. that they trusted you enough to let you be that close, skin to skin, hearts slowing together. maybe they’ve wanted it for longer than you’ll ever know. maybe they needed it on nights when they felt alone, when nothing else felt steady. and now, without even realizing it, you’ve become that safety for them.
they find comfort in your warmth, your scent, the way your arms stay around them like you’re not going anywhere. you get to watch them fall asleep, see the tension leave their face, see peace settle into them. and you might never know how much it meant—how badly they needed to be held, how long they waited for someone who felt right.
knowing that someone feels safe with me, that my presence can quiet their world even for a moment, brings me a comfort so deep i don’teven have words for it. it’s a kind of closeness that stays with you, even after you let go
