The familar hug.

As I stepped into the familiar home once again

well greeted and acknowledged.

The people whom I feel great comfort with,

people I associate with this term I call family.

I love them just as much.

The familar hug he gave which makes me went speechless,

I am indulging in the great comfort and warm hug by him after days and weeks of missings.

I had lunch prepared by his mum and I just couldn't help it to tell her that I misses her so much.

I lied on the familar bed we used to had great conversation on,

accompanied with his warm hug.

I teared quietly in his arms.

I am not sad, I am just touched.

I do not need him to know how much I've suffered to love him.

He just need to know how much he meant to me.

Like what I've told god about,

he is not a bad guy.

Please bless this man I love with greater faith in things he can change,

more courage to face challenges he cant change.

Because he is the man I've love so much .. so much. . .