You're impossible to find...

The other day, I'm trying to be good and just listen to my music while heading to work. I stop in my usual spot just to get my fix for the morning. Fix of what? Coffee, You, Pastry? Who can say.

Anyway, I order my goods and then, while I've been trying to not think about you, you handed me my card and touched my hand. Warmth. Human touch.

I obsessed over that graze of the finger for some of the morning before sinking back into my tunes and my work. Even now, I imagine the warmth from your touch on my finger spreading up my arm. It reaches around and pulls me in as it envelops me. I feel your arms around me, pulling me close; separated by only skin.

There is no pain, you are receding...

To Me:

Yes, I have finally listened to your advice and I'll let you know how it goes.