Touch

Have you ever just hit that stage in your life where all you think is “fuck it all?” Well, I have. I know what it’s like to not be able to touch the one you love. Not due to an illness, but because they’re gone. They’ve left you and when you see them it only hurts. Seeing them brings your heart closer to breaking, then they hug you and your heart shatters. I may be able to touch them, but not without my heart shattering, so it’s better to not touch them, as much as it hurts.

Touch is... well, it’s what we need in our lives to help show affection and endearence. The touch of soft lips on the neck, their breath sending chills down your spine. The brush of fingertips against your thigh. And I never knew that until I lost the ability to touch the one I love. The one I love more than anything in this world. It's been 8 months since he left, and it still feels like being stabbed in the heart whenever he asks for a hug and I have to deny it. The tightness in my chest becomes stronger whenever he's around.