I miss being touched. Not necessarily in a sexual sense, but just as a generalization. I miss being able to hold a hand just to know that I can. I miss rubbing a bare back or someone rubbing mine in order to soothe the pain. I miss playing with hair or them playing with mine to relax the mind. I miss feeling close to them while cuddling to aid in falling asleep. I miss feeling their embrace when we hugged and the closeness of our bodies when we did. And most of all, I miss feeling lips on mine because in that single moment I would know that world stops for just that moment and that everything is okay, even if it’s in just that moment. I miss being touched.





















