Touch,
Now, you seem like something alien, forbidden.
Something dangerous. I suppose "seem" isn't quite right, because dangerous is -right now- what you are. Even something as small as holding my cousin on his 1st birthday, is an impossibility.
But I still remember you fondly.
I remember you in the way I would hold someone's hand or envelop them in my arms. Lean my head against theirs, laugh into their shoulder and press a kiss to their cheek.
You were something so simple and every day that we took you for granted, treated you as if you weren't something to be cherished and shared.
I don't think I'll ever ignore or understate your importance again.
Love always,
H.M.T.
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