It May Be Childish To Think Or Even Type This, But I Crave The Way That Jerk Touched Me…he Made Me

It may be childish to think or even type this, but I crave the way that jerk touched me…he made me feel desired, loved. And I hate! that since him, no one’s touched me, like how he made me feel. Or I just haven’t let anybody get that close…because he made me feel it first…and to let him go hurt so much…that the memory of what he made me feel, would hurt twice as much….that allowing anyone to make me feel anything close to it again, scares me…because if I fall in love with it again, I’ll have to let it go again…and I think I really do prefer the memories of that one pain, then that, of many…