I Hate Hugging

I hate hugging.

Everyone knows that, so they usually leave me alone respectfully and just smile.

I flinch when people touch me.

Everyone knows that, so I'm the only one in a group of classmates who doesn't get a quick hug from a girl who's just arrived.

I roll my eyes when my sister shows me affection.

Everyone knows this, which is why they awkwardly shake my hand on my birthday at family gatherings.

I hug loosely and awkwardly.

Everyone knows that, so my dad gives me a loving, but superficial side hug.

I don't hug many people.

Everyone knows that, but that's why my mum appreciates my hugs all the more, hugging me tightly and telling me that my hugs have always felt the most natural to her.

I rarely hug.

Everyone knows that, but sometimes I crave physical touch more than anything.