It’s disheartening sometimes when my mind fades back into reality and I realize it’s jut a pillow I’m holding..

It’s my own breath I’m feeling. It’s my own arms - not yours - wrapped around each other with a pillow in between.

But the I think,  

You too may be imagining my arms holding you. You’re imagining my chest rise and fall against you. You feel my body warming you. You feel me, and I feel you..

So then, at that point,  

Is it our bodies feeling eachother?

Or our souls?

Maybe that is what it feels like.

Touch without a body.

- a. f.

(via izabellaher)