words by dominic riccitello

I fell in love with touch. We break up, we leave, we die, but the one thing we no longer have is the ability to touch. We love, we lust, we cry, we hurt, we feel emotion, but can no longer caress our fingers against someone’s skin. We sometimes become lost in people and forget the simplicity of it. We miss their being, their soul, their voice, the conversation, thousands of emotions, but the thing I remember the most: their grasp. We could meet them in another life, a parallel universe, but after this moment, it becomes no longer. Embrace with your arms as you do with your heart. Take moments for yourself and the appreciate the squeeze, the rough, the soft, and the instant you’re in.