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* I am a big hugging fan. Hugg-o-maniac you could say. If they had a therapy group for me it would be called Hugger's Annonymous! I have a boyfriend, and I like him a lot, but I also have another guy friend who is a great hugger! When we hug I feel like out bodies somehow fit together like a puzzle. He is just the right size, and shape. Hugging is the best when you fit together like that!

*I LIKED THIS SITE VERY MUCH. I'LL COME BACK AS MUCH AS I CAN.I HAD TEARS IN MY EYES WHILE READING SOME OF THE STORIES.IF URE ASKING "WHY?" IT IS BECAUSE I NEVER HAD ANYONE HUGGING ME WHEN I NEEDED TO BE HUGGED AND CUDDLED.MAYBE BECAUSE I ALWAYS APPEAR STTRONG...BUT DEEP DOWN I'M VERY SENSITIVE THE HUG THAT FIRST CAME ON MY MIND WHILE READING WAS ONE I RECEIVED TWO WEEKS AGO. I NEVER HAD REAL FRIENDS AND IF I DID WE NEVER SHOWED EMOTION...SO I WAS LEAVING FOR A TWO WEEKS AND ONE OF MY FRIEND HUGED ME REAL HARD TO SAY GOODBYE.I WAS REALLY TOUCHED AND TILL NOW I'M . I WANNA THANKS HER AND TELL HER THAT SHE REALLY MADE A DIFFERENCE. I FELT AS IF SOMEONE CARED ABOUT ME.THANK U HEBA URE MY BEST FRIEND AND I HOPE I CAN GIVE U JOY LIKE U GAVE ME.I LOVE U.

* I once spent the night in my best friends arms. AHHH, It was the sweetest moment in my whole life. It made me want to hug him forever and never let go. And I still do, but now I'm going out with someone and even though I like this person I still so want to spend another night with my best friend.Just a simply beautiful hug.Is this wrong?
address: sammypayne@hotmail.com

* Hugs are great they show how you feel toward another person. I love it when the guy I love even though he doesn't know I like him, gives me a great big and long hug it tells me that even though he might not say it he really does care for me.

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* U-united
* G-gestured
* S-smiles

* IT HAS BEEN A PLEASURE READING THE STORIES OF ALL WHO ENJOY GIVING HUGS BECAUSE I LOVE TO GIVE HUGS. I AM OF MEXICAN DESCENT AND HUGGING IS COMMON. THE STORY I AM ABOU TO SHARE HAS TO DO WITH A HUG THAT I RECIEVED FROM SOMEBODY A COUPLE DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS. IT WAS THE BEST HUG THAT I HAVE EVER RECIEVED BECAUSE THE I OF THE LOVE THAT I FEEL FOR THIS PERSON. AT THE MOMENT, I HAD MY BACK TO THE BEDROOM DOOR AND I WAS AT THE MOMENT SPEAKING WITH A HIS SISTER. SUDDENLY I FE LT SOMEBODY PULL MY HAIR FROM BEHIND AND I WAS STARLTED. I TURNED AND THERE HE WAS WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL TWINKLING BROWN EYES. HE IMMEDIATELY PLACED HIS ARMS AROUND ME WHILE I BLUSHED. HIS ARMS FELT SO WARM. I FELT LOVE AND SECURITY IN HIS ARMS. BUT UNFORTUNATELY WE NEVER GAVE EACH OTHER THE CHANCE TO EXPRESS OUR FEELINGS DIRECTLY. I SHALL NEVER FORGET THAT HUG. I HOPE THAT GOD WILL ONE DAY BRING US TOGETHER.

* Please post this message to all the hug lovers out there!-Hugging can be wonderful, but it depends on who your hugging and the situation your in. Hugging, I know, can also be the best therapy there is when your feeling empty and alone, when your depressed. But please remember that the other person doesn't always want to hug. It's downright cruel and selfish to ask someone for a hug if they seem uncomfortable about it, because they can't really refuse that and not feel guilty and like they've hurt your feelings. And if they hug you then they feel violated. If someone doesn't seem comfortable about hugging or kissing you, don't hug or kiss them. Respect their feelings. An old boyfriend of mine is always asking me for hugs and I'll hug him, but I always feel like he's so mean to put in that position. It's not like I can say no. But I don't enjoy hugging him all the time. It repulses me. He also used to kiss me when I didn't want to be kissed when we were going out. It leaves me with a kind of grudge against him, but I don't think he realises how much I hate it. Forced intimacy, eww. Whether someone feels like huggin depends on the person in mind and the situation. People need to be more sensative to that. address: 0000@none.com

* i'm not really a hugger before i met my boyfriend. actually, i've not really hugged with anyone before i met him. we've just been together when he hug me for the first time. we're walking home together after a 'unlucky' night. we could not get the ticket for the movie we wanted to watch badly. he suggested we had a rest a a bus-stop. there, we chatted for a long time. then, i stood up and started walking on the seat of the bus-stop. he then stood in front of me and asked me to come down. wondering what he is up to, i listened to him. at the very moment i was standing on the ground, he wraps me up in his arms. i was a little reluctant at first. i feel like there is people watching us. after a while i just let him hug me. i myself also hug him in return. now, it was like we can't survive a day without a hug. altough we are living in Malaysia, and the people are rather conservative, it did not stop us from hugging each other in public. the feeling was great. it was like the world was made up only the two of us. believe me. one will surely get addicted to hugs. this is certainly better, hugs don't harm you like drugs or cigarate does. go on, get addictad!!

* I have learned how amazing a hug can be, and how it enriches your life. My family never hugged, and I grew up a lonely person on the inside. We moved often so I became introverted, and I do not make friends easily. As the years passed, I spent time in Vietnam, and other not so nice places. The walls around my heart grew thicker and more numerous. I met a woman that I care greatly for, and we have been married for 12 years. No kids, my job has moved us several times, and relations between us deteriorated to the point that I was considering a divorce. We were no longer friends or even lovers most of the time. A young girl, who lives in the neighborhood came into our life by accident. I had been in a serious accident some years before and I was facing a knee replacement to allieviate the terrible pain that I was in. This 18 year old girl, who we hired to do yard work and help my wife around the house as I could not. I have always been a very large guy and the long term effects of the pain and depression that I experienced, had caused me to get very obese. This young girl, K.., ignored my mean face, my great obesity, my anguished demeanor, and rushed to my aid whenever she saw that I needed help, and would not accept payment for this help. The love that was pouring out of her heart still had not gotten thru all of the walls around my hardened old heart. I did grow to appreciate her, as did my wife. One day I gave her a little extra money so her and her boyfriend could go to see a special movie that was playing. Both her and her boyfriend were saving every cent for college, and would not go to the movies normally. When I gave K. the small amount of money with the stipulation that they could only use it for the movies, K. excitedly rushed forward and gave me a warm, tight hug. This must have been quite a sight as I am 6ft tall and weighed 390 lbs at the time. K. is 5ft2in and 135lbs. I had not been hugged by anyone else except my wife,in probably 20 years. This simple hug somehow broke thru all of the walls around my heart. I now love K. as if she were my own daughter. My wife had the same experience and we both call K. our "adopted daughter" and she calls us her adopted parents, even tho she has really nice parents that we have become friends with. However I dont think that her parents hug her, so the exchange of love and energy in our hugs is precious to all of us.We visit her at college as often as we can, and the major event we all look forward to is the warm, caring hugs that we give each other. My life has bee n dramatically changed by the simple fact that another human being cared enough to give a hug when it was desperately needed. My wife and I have re-established our marriage, and we are now in the process of adopting two children .My depression is gone and I have lost 100 lbs in the last six months.What family I have left are amazed at the change in my outward demeanor. I still am a large ferocious looking guy, but I warmly hug when I can. It surprises everyone, but without exception there is a big smile on each persons face after the hug. Such is the power of a hug .I recommend it to anyone, especially if you have locked yourself behind your own inner walls. May the Hug be with you all of your life.
address: killiefish@aol.com

* I know that when a child is born that child has just come from God and there is a certain aura about her. Keri always had that aura. She always seemed in the presence of Heavenly Father. Her actions bore that to us. She radiated love and warmth and joy to everyone who was near to her. She always hugged each person she met, boys and girls. One Spring, Keri was helping me hang a swing from the tree house I'd build a year earlier. She was standing on the topmost step of a ladder with me a step below holding the swing. After the eyelet was in the hook she looked down at me with that radiant smile I loved so much but there was a wistfulness about her. "Daddy," she said, "I love you too much." Then she leaned over and planted a long kiss on my cheek. "I will never forget you." I didn't think much about that timeless instant until God took her home. I believe she knew something we didn't, even then. The night before she died, we sat hugging in the rocking chair one last time looking at the stars in the black sky. (Keri often was the last one asleep and would pad out to me to sit and gaze.) "Daddy, where does God live? What light is His?" We searched the sky. Suddenly she pointed to a extremely bright point of light. "He's there, daddy. That's where I'm going with Him." "Not too soon, I hope sweetheart. We will all go with Him someday." Keri turned and looked deep into my eyes. "You will miss me won't you daddy? Who are you gonna hug when I'm gone?" I pulled her toward me and hugged her and planted kisses all over her face. "Daddy's heart would break if I lost you, Keri, so don't plan on leaving us yet, okay?" Keri never answered. She, in the way she always did, cocked her head, listening to that unheard voice. Then she wrapped her little arms around me, pressed her nose to mine and sweetly kissed me. "I love you so much." It was her last kiss. I often wonder if when she was taken home; if God came over to her, picked her up and hugged her. If I were God, I would. And then the two of them would walk home, hand in hand. If any child ever had that opportunity it would be Keri. Dean FH Macy (excerpt from my book)
address: deanmacy@monad.net
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