Drabble #93

I get it now. All this time asking myself “what is it about me…” and I finally received the answer I’ve needed.

I’m too affectionate. Not off the bat, but first date it’s present. Even when it’s wanted/appreciated/consented to.

Starved for it, and didn’t even realize I was damaging everything by dishing it. I need to keep my hands to myself. Start using my words.

“I’m interested in you.”

But what does that even mean if the absence of affection is present?


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