lord sometimes i realize i use tickling as a form of comfort
being tickled by someone who wants to tickle me. who wants to hear me laugh, watch me wiggle around and have fun, wants to see me smile. wants to see me be happy, wants me.
tkls feel like being loved so well. a sign that someone wants you, aggressively wants you even, to the point where they've got their hands on your most sensitive and vulnerable spots and doing whatever they can to elicit the most raw and unfiltered sound they can out of you- true laughter. when they coo teases and praises in your ear just to hear you giggle uncontrollably in embarrassment and fluster. when you squirm a little too hard and they pull you back in even tighter, asking "where do you think you're going?" they're not done with you yet. they're not done loving you yet. you need to feel free and adored for just a little longer.
or a lot longer.
god, i need to be tickled by someone who loves me.
