Little book of my random words

'Touch'

My form of love language, touch, has absolutely nothing to do with libido.

I'm not a very sexual person. Sure, lots of guys alude touch to intercourse. I, on the other hand, imagine it as a finger tracing my palm. The gentle tousling of my hair after I've said something goofy. I think of walking down the street hand in hand.

Touch, for me, is so much more intimate than pure sexual desire. Those goosebumps that race up my skin from the smallest brush of fingers that leave me breathless. I'm sure I'm not explaining it all that well, but let me just say this: I could go the rest of my life without ever having sex, as long as I could still hold and be held by one that I love most.