Touch my heart with your words, your sweet countenance. Touch my soul with the warmth of your eyes, piercing mine. Make me remember the desires of my youth.
Let’s not diminish the sense of touch by only speaking of it in the standard definition of the word. My core has been touched, and I will not soon forget. Touch my inquisitive mind by sharing your thoughts and unsolicited, yet much-needed advice. Your wisdom is admirable. Your thoughts invoke change. Your charismatic nature is infectious. I am not the same.



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