cold hands
yesterday my friend held my hand after getting rlly excited about the idea of us going to kyoto in the weekend.
i squirm so much to any physical contact. i could never handle stuff like that bc my body is super sensitive to any kind of stimuli. but this time, as her hand touched mine, i didn’t nudge away. instead i used my other hand to hold hers tighter. her hands were so cold, and my first instinct was to warm them up between mine.
it made me realise that i love her more than my body could ever reject her. i love her so much i wanna swallow her whole and let her live inside me like a tiny creature in my ribcage. she can have my heart as a beanbag chair.