He’s like this, I’ve realized. When I’m in a room with him, he’s close. He likes to be near me—if he can, he’s touching me, his hand always on my body, not in a suffocating way, not in a controlling way, just in a way that always tells me he wants to be with me. He needs to be with me. He needs that connection almost as much as I do, and I think it’s beautiful.
