Loving Arms

I never looked at him as more than a friend until the day he held me when I needed to cry.

I think he had wanted to do that for a long time.

He held me close, sighed, and rubbed my back, comforting me in such a loving way.

He seemed to know exactly what I needed.

I think he needed it too.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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