Sometimes, especially when I feel down, I like to go back and read things I wrote when I was a teenager. I wrote this entry in 2003 and find it fitting to read it again as I traverse the beginnings of a potentially new relationship.
words can lie. and words are not always the whole truth. but truth can be found in actions, in a simple touch. you can say anything you want, however many times you want to say it. but it's a completely different thing when it is put into action. the most truthful action in the world is a touch. you don't touch another unless you mean it. hand in hand, people find the truth about how they feel. nothing is held back when you touch the skin. it is as simple as that. the honesty is so intense you can barely stand to touch them, but that's the thrill of it. how long you can withstand this intensity. yet somehow, you want more, it's practically addictive. how good it feels, and yet how truthful it can be. all the walls are torn down and you are faced with the complete truth. you almost feel naked, as though all of your secrets have been revealed and it's simply you, in front of another. to be touched is to be honest, completely truthful about how you feel. nothing is quite as scary, surprisingly comforting, or enticingly breath-taking as a humble touch.