I do not know what's so reassuring in his shoulder. Yet it is. There is something soothing, soft, in fact put his head on someone's shoulder. Perhaps a force that emerges, an energy exchange that occurs, heat is exchanged, the sound of heartbeats in the background.
In fact, it's a bit of everything, it's a little nothing. It's love. Whatever form it may take. That of a mother or father for her child, that of a friend, a lover.
Tonight I'm tired. I sleep very badly for some days. The season is already involved in or at the level of mood. Today was a beautiful day, but otherwise the winter we have not spared too much in the last two or three weeks. This afternoon, I went to the gym. History to run a little. Nearly forty minutes actually. In addition to the rest of my training. It took what little energy I had left. This is probably why that somewhere between the end of the newscast and the beginning of the Circle (my background while I'm on the computer), I was almost in tears. Without reason. Not even sad. Fatigue has many effects on me.
Here I thought to shoulder. In his reassuring, comforting. Tonight, I want a man who would lend me his shoulder. I would table my head gently, listening to live up to his heart, my hair in his neck. And I close my eyes.
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