Touching

I’ve never liked the idea of anyone touching me; even my mum trying to give me a hug makes me feel uncomfortable. I’ve never hugged my closest friends. I hate the idea of somebody sleeping next to me. 

And then I met my boyfriend. All I want is to be close to him. His hand on my leg when he’s driving, his breath on the back of my neck when I’m sleeping, everything. I can’t explain why or how but somehow he’s manage to make something I used to actively avoid my love language. It was a change I didn’t realise I needed in my life and one I’m so grateful for.