A hug is nothing

I was standing there; the intense aroma of failure inebriating my senses, the desperation for touch making my head feel silly. All I wanted was to hug him.
Put my arms around him, feel the scent of the person I care for, feel the heat of skin covered by fabric, the shock of an action no one is really ready for. It’s all so impossible. It’s all so full of despair when that someone does not belong to you.
I felt a little stupid, imagining something that would never be real, and in that moment I thought, I should wear a warning on my neck ‘If you’re the one person I’ve always been waiting to meet, don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t mention me, I’ll fall in love in a flash.’
And yet, all I want is to hug you.