Its pretty impossible for me to stay mad at one of the few people in the world who knows where I'm ticklish.

There is this sharp tingle of clarity around what happened between us. It was one of the few healthy relationships I've ever had, which made it foreign.

Which made it awesome.
Which made it terrifying.
Which made it special.

And its weird, and unlike me, to say this and not want to throw up: I miss you.