boo

I want my mom right now. She's currently traveling along the coast of mexico on an amazing journey. I know what her advice would be, the supportive do what is good for you, don't let your feelings go to the wasteside, stay true to you and know that happiness will be mine again. But still I want that hug and the box of kleenex handed to me like only mom does, that funny joke that she'll make to get us laughing again through the tears, the stories she'll tell to remind me that everything passes and we keep going and have the ability to find our own happiness and strength, even if it's not where we expect to find it.

She's a pretty awesome, mom, really.

I need a lot of comfort right now. The person I've been turning to for the most comfort in the last year and half is here for me, but it's complicated. I want to press myself into his hugs deeper than physically possible. I want to hug out of him the love that I seek in the way I want to see it.

I'm sure I'll feel better soon.