Hugs

“I’m going to hug your wife!” Jason would call out to Leon as he was walking my way.
    “Be careful. She bites,” Leon would answer.
    Jason never seemed to think that I would bite, for he always hugged me, whenever he saw me, wherever we might be. He is a good hugger.
    Better than Leon? No. But then Leon is the only man who I wanted to melt into when he had his arms around me.
    I have never felt as though Jason’s hugs were a come-on, just friendly hugs, though once in a while, I have felt that if each of us were free, something might develop.

    Now, I am free. My sweet Leon is no longer of this earth. I mourn his loss deeply, miss him every second, wish things were different. 
    But Jason isn’t free. He is an honorable man so we are at an impasse as far as any possible relationship developing. Add in he is three thousand miles away, and that impasse will continue.
    Neither of us has ever mentioned how we feel to the other. It’s an unspoken bond that will stay unspoken unless something changes in Jason’s life.
    If something does change in Jason’s life, will his hugs ever feel to me like Leon’s did, in any way? Somehow, even though a connection is there, I doubt it. Since the odds are against our ever having a deeper connection, I may never find out.

    I do need a hug.