If I cried in a cafe...

Would you hug me? Or pretend you weren't with me?
The world is full of fleeting encounters, masks and indifference. But sometimes I want to know - if I suddenly become real, vulnerable, imperfect... Will you stay? I'm not looking for a hero. I'm looking for a person who won't turn away when my eyes suddenly become too wet. Who will sit closer, and not move away.
Because in the end - true intimacy doesn't start with kisses, but with the one who is there when it hurts. And you... would you hug me?