Last night I took him out to see one of my favourite bands, and he liked it. All night we touched each other, holding hands, touching each other's backs. There is nothing sexual about it, but it felt like a need, we needed to do it, we needed the confirmation, the warmth, the comfort, the ease. All night afterwards, too, and all day today. We touch. It feels so wonderful. I don't want it to stop. I need it so much, so badly. I felt peaceful there, so at home. I'll miss him terribly. I don't want him to go.