Touch
There are touches that are more than skin on skin.
They speak a language that is older than any word...
one that we understand before we even learn it.
A gentle hand on the back, a thumb slowly stroking the inside of the hand, a breath on the neck that reveals...
I'm here. With you. Close.
Touch is the most honest form of closeness. It doesn't lie. Sometimes it hesitates, yes... but when it comes, it's true.
You can tell right away whether someone is just petting… or feeling.
Whether someone means the body… or the person behind it.
And sometimes, when the world is too loud, a single moment is enough,
where a hand finds ours, to remind us...
We don't have to explain anything. Prove nothing.