Essay: Contact Saturday, May 9, 1998, 11:30 pm There's nothing in the world quite like human contact: a child's hug, a mother's tender touch, a lover's caress. The power to touch hearts, calm fears, or fan the flames of passion, that is what touch can do. Being in a long distance relationship means going without that form of communication a great deal of the time. Words -- typed on a keyboard, or spoken over the phone -- can convey many things, but they are no substitute for touching. So many times, I find myself longing to have my love's arms wrapped around me, his fingers running through my hair, or just the feel of his hand holding mine. Once in a while, I'll dream that we're together, and feel him close beside me. When I wake, I feel the ache of emptiness, as I realize it was just a dream, and that in reality, he is so many miles away. I would never give up the love I've found. Even if I knew we would have to spend another decade apart, I'd try to make it, somehow. Because when it comes right down to it, the time together more than makes up for the time we've had to spend apart. While I feel like I'll never get enough closeness, I think I will most definitely enjoy trying. || Previous Entry | Next Entry || || Home | Journal Index || < back two < previous < [ list all | next five | random ] This Webring site owned by Lisana. > next > ahead two > [ about open pages | about webring ]