The warm hug penetrated my freezing heart.
It was that moment I felt the vibe, the scent and the love.
She kissed me on my right cheek.
The warmth of her hands pressed me to her bosom.
It was that voice I survived the day.
She kissed me on my left cheek.
The moist on her lips worked like the mist clinging onto the petal.
It was that touch all of the memory returned.
The memory of being cared for, being cherished and being loved, deeply and unconditionally.
I thence lived the day, and many more.