it's the hand-holding that i miss.
i say i hate dating. and i do.
i say i don't need a man. and i don't.
but lately my fingers are intertwined with others in dreams, and ache with phantom loneliness as i drive.
it's not about desire.
it's not about oxytocin levels.
it's the connection with someone, deep and strong.
somehow my world is safer when i wrap my fingers into others.
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