It’s good to touch you. Yes, it feels good. It is so nice to lean my head to your head, to whisper to your ear, to put my hand on your arm and on your shoulder.
It is so sweet when you put your arms around my waist or touch my naked shoulders, pretending that you just want to tell me something.
Most of all I love to feel the newly-grown beard on your cheeks and the sight of your lips. Or maybe most of all I love the sound of your laugh.
Yes, I know it is useless… It is a pain that will never go away. I must learn to live with it.
I wish I knew how to end this. I wish I could…
I know it is stupid… And yet, I’d give a lot for just a few of those moments with you…
