First, touch. Second, compassion. Third, love.
I just want a hug. A real one, body to body, too close to breathe. It’s more than that though; I want the intimacy that’s implied. Somehow, that’s too much to ask for. (But it’s all in my head; I think I’m the only one, but I’m not.
It’s because we’re overexposed, over stimulated, over hyped. We hear too much about love and what it’s supposed to look like. We’re conditioned to believe we’re above that. That we don’t need anyone, that we are better alone where no one can hurt us.
It makes for a generation of proud lonely people hiding behind computer screens and aliases. Making up excuses when the solution is very simple.
I would like to embrace humility.)