I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.
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I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.
There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.
I have the human impulse to reach out, to touch, and it’s my mind that stops me, that constructs walls out of doubts, that separates me from everybody else.
I am fused, just in case I blow out. I am glued, just in case I crack out. Everything I touch, turns to stone.
Her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.
There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.
I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.
Hands, are the most honest part of the human body, they cannot lie as laughing eyes and the mouth can.
I should feel the air move against me and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I’m sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual – we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I’m sure that is entirely wrong.
There is no substitute for touch, no substitute for love, but reading about someone else's commitment to discovering and admitting their desires was so deeply moving that I sometimes found I was physically shaking as I read.
His body fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that.
Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.
This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.
When they come back, everything you had ever felt for them will come rushing into your bloodstream again. When they come back, you will breathe in their name like an old memory, it will rest softly on your lips like it had never left. When they come back, the laughter will be the same. The touch. Th…
I liked when she touched me.
I don't want to see you or feel you I don't want to look into your eyes I don't want to touch you or miss you I just want to love your memory tonight
Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.
You can't fix things with a hug, but you can't make them any worse either.
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase.