When this world uses only the arms folks are born with, when "brothers in arms" can only mean an embrace, it will be a kinder place, a place where we belong.
In that simple moment he wrapped his arms around me and I let my head rest upon his chest. All my thoughts stopped as if my heart took over from my head every time we were close. Next he would squeeze as if he needed to check I was really there with him, really there and really real... and I was, body and soul. I doubt anyone else ever felt the way I do about his arms, though I pity them if they did love this much and lost, because moving on isn't easy.
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