On my flight down to Christchurch tonight, my sister and I were discussing the feeling that one experiences when walking out the gates of an airport. When someone is waiting with open arms and an enthusiastic squeal and for a moment, all dignity flies out the window and you’re left with one excited soul.
It’s a moment we all to often lose to pride and being overly self-aware.
We resort to pats on the backs and a floury “how are you?” instead of suffocation by love and confessions that love is infact everything we feel.
Make someone feel that today. I don’t care if it’s odd; life is odd and could always do with another peculiar friend. Hug with your whole heart.