Touch has a Memory.
Honey, there is a reason I don't tell people about us. Because the moment they know, they throw the most obvious question:
“So, were you intimate with her?”
And I will say,
“Hmm.. You know when she whispers that breathy and fiery- I love you and I miss you on phone, I feel a tickle in both my chest and my tummy.
The only time she didn’t hug me was when I went to see her off at the airport- and I just cleared the hair off her face and gave a warm long eye lock, like she wanted to search in it but was fearing to drown.
She might not have touched my body all over, but she has touched every part of my soul, all naked- me as well as her.
So, yes – I was intimate with her, both in spirit and soul.”
And unlike the physical touch, that touch has a memory.