“I flinch when most people touch me and I don’t know why. There are days where I dream of someone coming into my life and holding my hand with so much intention, with so much of forever in their fingertips - that my fear of everything seems to slip away. but then there are the days where I cannot imagine a single finger grazing my cheek without me being terrified of everything around me, of the way hands can break bones and drown love, of the way endings are inevitable. I flinch when most people touch me and I don’t know why. I am frightened by the idea of being alone and the idea of being with someone that I don’t know how to balance love or life and everything that intersects. I flinch when most people touch me and I don’t know why, all I know is that I need your fingers running through my hair the way I need to forget what it means to be left, desperately.”