Just one touch

It's March Break.

A time of year I hate and dread every single year since I was about 8. This time always leaves me emotionally drained, stressed and ready to snap and this year, being behind on homework and such has not helped.

I walked into our lecture this morning, running on very little sleep (non of it pleasant) no food and stressed out of my mind and things would have probably gotten worse except for one little tiny thing. When a friend, Kal, walked into the room we (Rob and I) said hey and I just let my head fall back to look at him since I had no energy to wave. He stopped, stepped forward and ran his fingers through my hair and scratched my head, which is something I adore.

It shocked me.

Except for one person in my class who always seems to know when I need a hug, it's usually me who has to initiate any physical contact and I hate doing that because as much as I crave hugs and touches, I don't like feeling like I'm forcing the other person to respond.

So this one little act, coming out of nowhere from a person who I consider a friend but haven't talked to much lately just floored me. And he probably has no clue, but he's made me truly smile and relax for the first time this week.

It's nice when the little things remind you of what being alive is all about.