The other day at work, I hugged, who I thought was the hottest guy, on truck crew. He came to me with wide, spread open arms. He said “bring it in” as if we were in a football huddle. He was taller than me of course, about 6’2” or 6’4”; so naturally my face went into his chest. I breathed in hard, just so I could get a whiff of his scent. He smelt of axe body wash and a faint smell of curve cologne. He squeezed me hard and held me close. I could feel his heart beat next to mine. The way he held me I could feel that he needed this closeness with someone. His breathe was warm against my head, as it was gently leaning against mine. He softly whispered in my ear, “come on you can squeeze harder than that”. As his arms and hands wrap around my waist tighter I can feel the relief coming off his chest and the stress pouring out of his heart. I squeezed him closer to my body; I can feel my heart racing, my breaths becoming more rapid. We stood there for about 10 minutes before breaking free of each other grasp. We stare into each others eyes after breaking free of the grip we had on each other. At that moment it felt like nothing else in the world existed, like there was no one on earth but us and everyone and everything in the room just stopped moving. This is when I finally knew what true love is.