yesterday i went to a club in sunway..MOS..i was with a fren..whu brought his frens whu i didn't know...when we went there...the first fren that was introduced to me was E..he was super friendly..was so excited cos this was the club which i had always wanted to go...finally..
went in..had a sip and went to dance floor..had very little that night..kept going to the dance floor..finally..evryone was half drunk..so was E..he was almost to knocked out..he couldn't really stand straight.....i was standing against a couch..so my fren brought E to stand there too..so,i chatted with him..he keep on saying he was so embarassed that he was drunk.so i borrowed a shoulder where he could hang on...we talked away about where we stayed..n stuff like that..then..i turn and faced him..trying to get up..i helped him..the next moment..his head was on my shoulder and his hands on my waist...he was hugging me..and so was i...
he held tighter..it seems he was afraid to let go..and didn't want to let go..that feeling..it was so comfortable..it wasn't the person that made me felt funny..it was the hug..it was like wht i have always wanted..the hug was like where u c in the tv show..where a gurl and a guy hug as they dance in a prom..so in love..never wanting to let go..he held tight..if i tried to loosen..he held tighter..suddenly a sense of satsfaction gripped me..it was like so nice..that hug took away many of my sadness..but then..now..thinking back..it was just that time..just a lil hope..a temporal satisfaction..if only it could last..if only that was by the person that loves me and most importanly that i love..what a perfect hug it would be..God..why have u give me a hug that is so short as a dream..i know..people would say..what a cheap person i am to have given advantage simply to anyone..but u wouldn's understand how i felt..at that moment..i felt as all of my loneliness..all of my sorrows was forgotten..just that very moment..is was like God had sent someone to hug me..to comfort me..if only..it was everlasting and more real..not just because the guy was drunk..haiz..Lord..when will the true hug of happiness come?
A hug that gives so much comfort..
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went in..had a sip and went to dance floor..had very little that night..kept going to the dance floor..finally..evryone was half drunk..so was E..he was almost to knocked out..he couldn't really stand straight.....i was standing against a couch..so my fren brought E to stand there too..so,i chatted with him..he keep on saying he was so embarassed that he was drunk.so i borrowed a shoulder where he could hang on...we talked away about where we stayed..n stuff like that..then..i turn and faced him..trying to get up..i helped him..the next moment..his head was on my shoulder and his hands on my waist...he was hugging me..and so was i...
he held tighter..it seems he was afraid to let go..and didn't want to let go..that feeling..it was so comfortable..it wasn't the person that made me felt funny..it was the hug..it was like wht i have always wanted..the hug was like where u c in the tv show..where a gurl and a guy hug as they dance in a prom..so in love..never wanting to let go..he held tight..if i tried to loosen..he held tighter..suddenly a sense of satsfaction gripped me..it was like so nice..that hug took away many of my sadness..but then..now..thinking back..it was just that time..just a lil hope..a temporal satisfaction..if only it could last..if only that was by the person that loves me and most importanly that i love..what a perfect hug it would be..God..why have u give me a hug that is so short as a dream..i know..people would say..what a cheap person i am to have given advantage simply to anyone..but u wouldn's understand how i felt..at that moment..i felt as all of my loneliness..all of my sorrows was forgotten..just that very moment..is was like God had sent someone to hug me..to comfort me..if only..it was everlasting and more real..not just because the guy was drunk..haiz..Lord..when will the true hug of happiness come?
A hug that gives so much comfort..
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