In one of my earlier letters to my love, I wrote that I love the ocean and watching the waves crashing against the rocks.
He wrote back that he has never seen waves crashing against rocks. Instead this is what he saw.
Rocks becoming one
with the ocean,
under the lingering embrace
of the waves.
Now I see only that persistent embrace of the waves.
That is the magic of folding someone in your arms. Even the hardest of the rocks do weather and melt when it is encompassed with incessant love.
Give hugs. Just like a smile, they cost only muscle movements.
But it rewards you with the priceless feeling of contentment and warmth.