Dress: Anthro Artist Rendering
Oxfords: Crown Vintage
You either are or you aren't.
Touchy-feely, that is.
Maybe it's a severe personality flaw. Maybe it's just my love language, but I never quite feel like I'm effectively communicating with someone unless I'm touching them. It's a huge joke among my friends that I'm a hugger. My friend, Emilie, tells me,"I'm just not a hug person." And I always say, "Well, that's ok...but you're gonna get a hug from me anyway."
The thing is, I've learned that I don't really have to be touching someone to communicate with them. I read somewhere that true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there.
Sometimes, the dialogue shared with a person far surpasses a lifetime of small hugs.
Sometimes, it's the little things that mean the most. A smile. A kind word. A gift.
And sometimes, I can sit on a porch swing with a friend just sharing the sunshine, never saying a word, and then go away feeling like that was the best conversation I'd had all day.
I don't really think the method matters as much as being aware of the countless opportunities there are to share myself...to make some connection, however brief, with others, so that in my own way, I can shine the light of friendship in my corner of the world.