I do this thing that makes people deeply rattled and uncomfortable sometimes.
I used to feel insecure about it. Like I was doing something wrong. But then I realized my perspective was just lacking a certain truth and growth I now have.
People don't know how to react to being held. Or hugged. Or touched.
And I thought it was about intrusiveness.
It is not.
When I give hugs [after using judgement already on who and how to do it] I mean them.
I am sending love and light by touch.
I am showing gratitude.
I am breaking barriers.
When I tell you I am a hugger, what I really mean is I am stepping into your box to show you I love you.
I love you.
I am not afraid to say I love you.
I used to be.
What will they think? Is it the right time? Will it be received? Or reciprocated?
Now I know this truth.
My hugs and love are MINE to give.
Not to barter with or beg with or exchange with.
My love no longer feels the need to be met with.
Or even understood.
It is not a puzzle.
My love is not a puzzle.
So if I give you a hug, even though your trauma says ---> "what the fuck is this person doing to me?" I am sending you love that is non- transactional.
No hidden terms or fees.
In a world with hidden motives, love should be anything but that.
J. S. JADED SAVIOR
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