It's been a few days since he touched me. The memory still lingers in my mind, sending shivers down my spine every time I think about it. It was unexpected, yet somehow fitting in that moment of vulnerability.
I had always been guarded when it came to physical intimacy. As a violinist, I have spent countless hours perfecting the art of touch through music. But when his hand grazed my skin, it felt like a symphony playing out for just the two of us.
There is something powerful about being touched by someone you care for deeply. It can be both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. In that moment, all walls came crashing down as our souls connected on a deeper level than ever before.
I remember looking into his eyes after he pulled away from me, searching for any sign of regret or discomfort. Instead, I found nothing but warmth and understanding staring back at me.
As we sat there in silence, basking in the aftermath of what had just transpired between us, I realized how much trust we had built over time. Trust that allowed us to explore this new territory without fear or hesitation.
And so I made him a promise - whenever doubt creeps into my mind and makes me feel like a failure as an artist or as a person, all I need is his touch to remind me that love exists beyond words and notes on paper.
In those moments where insecurity threatens to consume me whole, his touch becomes my anchor - grounding me back to reality and filling my heart with renewed courage and determination.