A Hug

Hello.

It's me. Your mistake. Your regret.

Why did you begin to fall in love with him? Why did you bring up something in the past about him and you? Why did you think of that night? That awful, awful night. You had begun to truly like someone, and it all started with a hug.

A hug. A hug that made you feel safe and comforted. It made you feel like you two were alone in space, bound to hug forever, like he could protect you. Like he would protect you. As if.

Why did you hate him? You felt hated and moved on. Then a friend stupidly asks a question that made you realize how much one night in the past could hurt you in future. You felt betrayed, even though it was half a year later and he had done nothing like that again.

You moved on, apparently, but now a part of that night will always stay with you, nagging you in the back of your mind. Telling you his words exactly.

You're weak.

You should be meaner, that's why you sit alone.

Maybe in the future you shouldn't hug someone who is taller than you.