When I came back to Singapore and found out how he left me, I was so disappointed. I always thought our love is worth so much more.

The hugs John and I shared are always special. Our hugs make me feel complete and it seems to connect our hearts.. It feels like his soul reaching deep within mine; it feels like coming home.
We hugged a lot. In fact we hugged as much as we can. When we got home to his house, we would go to his room out of his parent's sight, close the door and hug. We would hug in the lift when he sends me home. We hug on the escalators, during movies, on his bed, while watching TV.. At parties or occasions where other people are around, I would pull him to a quiet corner and we would hug. When he is cooking, I would hug him from behind. When I am washing the dishes after meals, he would come and hug me and it makes the chore so much more enjoyable. When we are alone at home, we would hug and I would fold my legs at his waist and he would walk around the house doing chores with me clinging onto him like a koala bear. When we are bored, we would hug. Sometimes he would drive me to this Yacht Club and we would walk hand-in-hand admiring the beautiful luxurious yachts, and at the end of it there is a lighthouse. We would stand below it, me leaning against the railing, and we would hug in the moonlight. After breakups, we would hug and it is the most wonderful feeling being in his arms again. Once, I was staying over at his house and I woke up in the middle of the night and found him hugging me from behind. It is the sweetest feeling ever and I was so overwhelmed at that moment that I turned around and kissed him. It is a simple gesture that made me want to just stay in that moment forever, hugging him, kissing him and simply just having him beside me. Also, not forgetting the time we were on our second honeymoon in Genting and I woke up from a terrible nightmare of him leaving me. The feeling of seeing him beside me is indescribable. I remember waking him up and sob into his arms. He gave me the tightest hug ever while assuring me of his love. We hugged till I calmed down and we both fell asleep again. There was also that time in KLCC where we pushed my safety gear too deep and I was suffocating on the entire roller coaster ride. I would never forget the moment when we got off and we were so emotional and he hugged me so tightly and told me that he was so terrified of losing me and he would never want that to happen again.

Ever since our breakup, I've been missing our hugs. Friends have been hugging me a lot too, but it's different. What John and I had was special, was deep, was a shared connection and was beyond anyone's imagination- only we could understand the feeling; our hearts beating as one.