I'm a hugger!

Is there anything that happens when you hug heart to heart?  I seriously have considered this over the last few months.  Like Lots-O says in Toy Story 3, "The first thing you gotta know about me is that I'm a hugger!"  It's true, I'm a hugger.  Sometimes it takes me awhile to get to the point that I want to share this very intimate action with you but when I do, expect that it will be sincere.  As the final days drew near to our family moving the hugs began.  We said our goodbyes and I pulled each friend (who I felt wanted to) into a tight hug.  After awhile it got to me.  Of course, it became more and more difficult to say goodbye but it also became more and more difficult to let go, hence the question at the beginning. 

I've pondered on our spirits and the beginning of our time.  If we knew each other in the pre-existance and our spirits recognized each other again here on earth would it then be like our spirits having to say goodbye once again? Then on the flip side would it be like finding our friends from the pre-existance when we move to a new city?  As friends said goodbye I started to feel this connection that I can't explain well except to say that I really feel like it was our spirits wishing each other good luck with this next great adventure without one another.  Or that it was like a deep impression being left on each others spirits that would always be recognizable when remembered.

I recognize that some are just not the touchy huggy type.  Some very much like their personal space and are uncomfortable being held or touched and I get that, there are all sorts of reasons that could be.  This is something, however, that I wish our world would be better at.  There is something familiar, right, comforting, soothing, intimate, natural, and wonderful about human touch.  Unfortunately its also become the antonym of all those words and at the head of that list the word creepy.  I just wish it weren't so. 

What I do know for myself and maybe only me is that when I draw someone into a hug where our arms are wrapped around each other and our hearts have a chance to touch, something with our spirits connect and I don't want to let that moment of absolute perfection go.  Nothing inside of that moment matters, nothing inside of that moment is more important and nothing else inside of that moment will come as close to perfect as that single act.