You my friend, you have been robbed.
There used to be a time when a simple brushing of a hand would keep you up at night, imagining all the ways it meant something, there used to be a time when a glance left us inspired, hoping, longing, a time when touch was rare, and because it was rare, it mattered.
Now the world we live in is far different. We have become overstimulated, desensitized, so much so that sex is not even an intimate thing we do anymore. Our bodies touch others without much constraint. We touch everything and we feel nothing.
But you and I, we were made for more than this.
You were made to tremble at a kiss.
You were made to feel millions of butterflies by a hand on your back
You were made to feel your heart race because somehow across the room your eyes meet.
There was so much life, meaning and power in restraining our impulses. We honored the mysterious ways of love, of waiting, of taking our time. But now we swipe people as if they came in a catalog, we allow intimacy with strangers, with people we barely know, and yet we wonder why nothing feels real anymore?
Deep down you know this is wrong. Something inside all of us longs for something more. Love that is slow but purposeful, a touch that is restrained but yet means something, and we know this because we were not made to be consumed, we were not made to consume one another, instead we were made for something far better, we were made to be known.