feel like that cold and rainy afternoon when I was 6 years old and my mom was wearing the same white t-shirt she always wore when she was painting, and she came to me and hugged me so warmly and firmly against her chest that made me feel safe, happy and free.
Her arms felt warm around my head, her t-shirt smelled like mom, which for me was a soft mixture of milk, clean clothes, paint, and vanilla. The time stopped when I was between her arms, and I just felt loved.
I just felt loved... Because love is full of little gifts from one person to the other.
The one who gives love is giving away his most valuable treasure, which is his time.
The one being loved.... well, is being loved, which feels like freedom.
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