Call it a Fading Touch

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It is easy to be oblivious to the world around me, to the glances we get from people. I always felt as if I was never enough for those around me. And when I finally felt like enough, I was diagnosed with Clinical Depression, which allowed me to put a tag on this feeling. And that label of being depressed explained why I was feeling so disconnected from my family, friends, and my emotions. But what it did not explain was why I couldn’t properly express what I was feeling; and the discomfort of being around others.

And when I finally felt comfortable, I felt it taken from me with a touch that meant you are mine. As time fades, I realize that I was only yours for what felt like hours when in reality it was minutes. But the touch you left on me remains on my skin, because whenever another man touches me I will always get defensive and pull away. I will always call this a fading touch, because I refuse to let it own my life as it did for the weeks After.