I wish there were a way to capture tactile memories, just as photographs can capture images. I wish there were a way to touch across oceans, just as voices through a telephone.
Taste, I can do without. And smell would be nice, but I can do without it, too. These two, I can give up for a while, while we wait.
But touch... sometimes, as before, I will touch myself--stroke my hair, caress my cheek, hold my hand--and imagine it is you, if only to hold on to memories, albeit false, of what makes me feel closest to you.
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