Even now as I enjoy clarity (see previous entry) and a newfound measure of peace, I find myself having a period of remembrance. I close my eyes and think back to the time of how it felt to know love. Not love of oneself, but the love of another. I remember the slightest touch, a gentle caress, even just a gaze that spoke so many words without any words ever being spoken. The warm feeling interlaced with all of those, that told me I was wanted, needed, craved...loved. I embraced that feeling during the periods of time that I had it, reveling in it, and enjoying each perfect moment as it washed over me and comforted me. I long to meet the stranger again one day that is the indescribable love of another.
