I slept over and was late on my zachot today. I rushed on the 8th floor, where everybody stood near the room in which we normally have this class, waved hello to my friends and went straight to the head of my group to tell her I was there.
He came from behind and put his arms around me.
Some time ago I entered into an agreement which consisted only of obligations from both sides: hug when see each other. Yup, I initiated it one day. Sometimes I just hug people through inertia - I got used to hugging people from clubs I'm in, because everybody does that there. This was no exclusion - I just hugged this guy one morning before the lecture.
And then I hugged him the next week.
And we started to hug occasionally when we see each other at the faculty.
When our bodies are so close with our arms squeezing them even closer I feel the instinctive uncontrollable happiness inside.
It is a little bit scary.
But very, very pleasant.
P.S. This guy is the one who consistently tried to touch me in the earlier years of the university studies and I was freaked by that. Several times I told him harshly to stop touching me. And now I long for our rare embraces. Life has a lot of twists and it tends to take your world as if it is a snow globe and shake it - beautiful yet confusing because everything changes and you can not predict how snowflakes will fall this time.
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