Hug me not because I'm breaking, but because I'm bending under the weight of a quiet world that forgets how soft we can be. Hold me like the morning holds the sun, not too tight, just enough to remind it it’s wanted. Wrap your arms around the silences I carry, the questions I’m too tired to ask, the answers that never came. Let your touch be a lighthouse when the tide inside me rises too high. Hug me not to fix, not to save, just to say: "I see you. You’re here. Stay."