"You're right next to me. I wouldn't even have to extend my arm to touch you, you're so close. But I can't. Here, in this place, we can't be seen doing anything affectionate. I can't touch your back, caress your arm, kiss your cheek.
But you are right next to me. The desire to touch you, feel you, hold you, it is ever present and strong as ever. To be this close to you but not be able to make the slightest touch? It is maddening. There are a few moments where I catch myself halfway to reaching for you, almost to late to stop. Agony."
I wrote that a few weeks ago, when I went to a carnival with her, but it seems I forgot about it. In memory of that wonderful day, here it is.
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