cuddle-aholics anonymous

okay. i admit. i miss cuddling. 
bad.

really, is there anything that comes close to its wondrous oxytocin-releasing euphoria?

it is purely lovely cuddling with mom or snuggling up to papa, and quite comforting to lay on your friend's lap while she plays with your hair... but it is light years away from the majestic splendor of being with a boy.

*heavy sigh*

i relapsed this weekend. and it was marvelous.

the confidence was perhaps the most engaging-- his firm but gentle hand on my back. the smooth opening of his arms to embrace my tired body. the soft continuous stoke round my shoulders. 

the long enveloping hug at the door was the cherry on top.

i have asked myself more than once:  

was it the cuddling i enjoyed so much? or the boy?

unfortunately, i can't differentiate between the two. not in this case. because, the casual and natural progression to cuddling is the epitome of who he is. of his kind heart and unique life.

and so... i am left wanting more. {blast those warm arms}

perhaps a puppy would suite me well.

{a cuddle buddy, with no strings attached. besides providing food, shelter, walks, treats, baths...}

hopefully i don't get this poor chap though. but isn't he cute?!