Last weekend my mom and I had a conversation, in which I could not help to be teary.
At one point she asked, "What do you need?"
I should've answered, "A hug. Every time I am about to go to bed. Every time I wake up in the morning. Every time I go home after a harsh day. Every time I need one. Like right now."
I should have. But I did not. I did not have the guts to.
I could've emailed her right now. Telling her every thing I wrote here. I probably should. But I will not. I still do not the guts to.
Oh well. I am such a coward.