*Sometimes when things get hard, all we need is a bit of physical touch.*
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I met him my senior year of college when we were both 21. We dated casually over the summer, and although we both were not ready for a relationship, we still deeply cared about each other.
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“Is everything okay?”
I didn’t know how to answer. I couldn’t even look at him in the eyes.
“Hey hey, it’s okay. You can trust me. I’m here for you,” he said, reassuring me.
Sitting next to me on the couch, he put his arm around me and pulled me in as I rested my head on his shoulders. The amount of sudden calm that I felt being in his arms was almost overwhelming. It was so comforting being with him I could stay here forever. Safe and sound.
“Thank you, for everything,” I said, head resting onto his shirt.
“Of course, you know I’m always here for you,” he responded. “I just want to see you happy. And see your smile.”
He lowered his arm down to my side, and touched the skin beneath my shirt.