🌹🖤It's not easy to find hugs to cry in.
Those magical spaces where everything stops.
Mind too.
And you can completely surrender.
To tears.
Desperate, loud, true.
In that place so far from the world, the one who surrenders wins.
Who cries louder.
Who makes his fragility sing.
It is an enchanted place made on purpose to receive us.
Just as we are.
Alone, we won't be able to pour out all that liquid love.
But in that circle of pure tenderness we finally feel free to be ourselves.
And to cry all that we are.
It's not easy to find hugs to cry in.
Because the first obstacle is ourselves.
We don't want to give up, we don't want to give up, we don't want to appear weak.
But it is precisely in that special squeeze that the most important of the appointments takes place.
The one with our interiority.
Let's go find these exclusive hugs.
They come from people who are not afraid of frailty.
Who know how to look the truth in the eye.
Who have strong arms.
Made of love.🖤💖💗💞💘💓💕💝
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