What would it be like to actually feel, to gently place my hand on your cheek and watch you breathe? To touch you, to simply be there with and for you. Nothing else, nothing more, no silent plea for you to fix me. Savoring the magic, two as one. Innocent and vulnerable, without the constant need, the drive, the yearning for your special gift to somehow make or prove me well. To be fully alive for even one brief shining instant, to share that eternity with you. To know and love you as you are and not as the one my fearful dreams would have you be. To kiss your tears and taste your laughter. I’m afraid, and I can’t get there on my own. Can you touch me with your love, can you teach me how to feel?