Photo Credit: Lindsay Coleman
I literally received one of the sweetest compliments of 2013, just a couple of weeks ago.
Never mind that it came from someone that I work with and barely know.
And never mind that said person was extremely drunk.
It simply went like this:
I walk up to him, to give him a hug goodbye.
"I--I--I don't want you to be mad---I can't hug you hard. Okay? Okay?"
"I just can hug you soft---because I don't want--I don't want you to be mad that I don't hug you hard--I don't want to hurt you--"
"You're just so---Because I can't hug you like I hug eerrrrrybodyyyyyy else--'Cause youur tender--Okay?"
"You're just so tender--I just don't want to hurt you. Ever."
"So don't be mad--I can't hug you hard."
Okay. I won't be mad.
"I just don't want you----I mean---to ever be mad. Okay?"
"There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart."
- Jane Austen