I remember...

touching myself when I was younger. Not sexually. I would lay in bed and curl up in a fetal position, to feel my own body heat. I would rock back and forth and cry, whispering "it's going to be okay."

Sometimes I'd stroke my cheek. I bet no one else knows how round and smooth they feel. Once in awhile I would hug myself or touch my thighs; places no one had ever touched.

It felt incredibly wonderful, and incredibly pathetic.
I still don't know what to think about it.

I caught myself stroking my cheek tonight while I was driving. I was in a very sad, delicate mood.