I’m not a touchy person. I don’t like when people get too close to me and I don’t like to share my space with others. But I crave the touch of another person. And not necessarily in a sexual way, but, like, I crave being able to stand on the porch of my house, head on someone’s shoulder, their arms around me. I bet that would feel safe. I crave safety.

I also crave autumn. I crave Roots sweat pants, warm socks, hoodies, mugs of warm drinks, blankets, and coziness. I’m done drowning in pools of my own sweat every minute of every day.

Now, both of those together? That’s the dream.

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