Touch.

My love language is touch. The touch of someone's hands makes my heart melt. Just holding their hand. It makes me explode inside. It makes me wanna be around more. it makes me wanna be alive. it makes me feel alive. Especially their touch. Their touch is electrical. It runs through my veins like the blood I need. Their touch drives me crazy. I love their touch. I want their touch. I may not need their touch but their touch is like the air I need to breathe. I don't care how they touch or what they touch. I just love their touch. I run my fingers through their hair. I hug them tight when they sleep. I lay my head on their shoulder. and we rub each other's hands. Their thumbs are soft. and their voice is like a lullaby that makes me love when they speak. Their interests are the same as mine and they live touch as much as I do. They hold me in their arms as I stroke their leg. The look they give me. I know we're just friends but it's like they want more. I want more. I love physical touch and I love their touch.