Once upon a time when I was in a loving, committed relationship, I wrote this piece of crap. I’ve been single for nearly six months now and I can unhappily say I agree with my former HAPPY self. Yes, having a bed to yourself is nice but jeez do I miss the cuddles.
I told my colleague the other day I actually hugged a pillow in bed one night not so long ago. But not only that, I laid the pillow out on what would have been his side of the bed and put my arm round it whilst lying on my side, just to emulate the spoon position.
“You’re breaking my heart,” was my colleague’s only response when I told him what I’d done.
At the time I didn’t think of the practice as something to pity, but after doing it for the third night in a row, I threw that fucking pillow on the floor in frustration. And disgust.
Yes, I can hug a pillow and pretend it’s a nice, warm pliable body instead a cold, cotton stuffed piece of crap. But can it hug me back? Can it fuck. And that’s what I hate. I missed being hugged.
Suggestions please.
Hug donations kindly welcomed.