For about a week I was spinning. This was the first time I’d felt that way in close to eight months, and it was more than a little unsettling. I’m not sure what set me off down that path but I know what brought me back: a touch. A small touch. An unexpected touch. The touch of his hand on mine, caressing me when he didn’t have to.
There was no reason for physical contact, what with his back facing me for a better view of the slideshow playing on the wall, yet he still made the effort to reach for my hand. It was almost as though he needed to, like he couldn’t resist the feeling of his skin on mine. Not sexually, just lovingly. It was that exact moment I remembered why being with him feels so right. After that I finally came free from the emotional baggage I’d been trapped under and was once again swept into his patient arms, a feeling unmatched by anything in this world.
And now I'm back to normal - or at least normal for me.
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