Hug a tag. In other words, tag someone you would like to hug.
I’ve been so lucky to have been called: small, petite, tiny and all the synonyms of these words. Most of my friends find pleasure in carrying me- both literally and emotionally. I’ve only recently learned to invest in those that have carried me all along... I hadn’t realized or distinguished between those I’ve carried and those that have carried me. It gets to a point where your arms can no longer feel the weight. You get weighed down and the worst part is- you forget about yourself. I still love you but my arms can only carry so much... it’s time I put my energy and focus on those that have loved and carried me silently, asking for nothing in return. It’s time I start loving myself. It’s time I learn the meaning of that and by ‘that’ I mean: be kind but setting boundaries is being kinder to yourself, to your heart and to your soul. Thank you for loving me and my words. Thank you for carrying me... and in the words of E. E. Cummings: "I carry your heart with me”.
Let me tell you about the whole of my heart... I’ve never really understood the words “I love you so much it hurts” until we had to part ways my love, my home, the whole of my heart, the heart of Africa; Nigeria.
I miss you dearly.