It's the thought of feeling someone next to you. They're miles stacked on miles away from you. Yet, somehow in some strange way, you feel them.
Their eyes on you. Hands tracing your veins as though they were searching for a distant place on a map. Chests caving in and out against your body as they breathe. The feeling of an expressionless smile, the curiosity of what's going through their mind. The existence. Comfort. The deep breathe from the touch of their hands on you. Comfort of the silence.
There's that.
Then there's that... With someone whom you've never physically shared anything. Not a glance not a whisper not a touch. How. Just... How?
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