I love with every inch of me. Every bone, muscle, and cell in my body flushes with heat when I love something, someone. My heat gives me away, it pours out of me, I love so obviously.
I don’t think it’s possible to not feel an attachment to someone’s skin pressed against your own, not when there’s so much warmth there, so much life mingling in the between. And with certain people in particular - being with them - it’s like an electricity that sets my skin on fire.
But isn’t that how love should be? Shouldn’t love be a vibration that transfers through your fingertips?