I want to reach out and grab your hand. I want you to know who I am. I want you to feel the blood coursing through my veins. I want you to feel the pulse in my wrist; see how fast my heart is pounding. I want you to understand me. I want you trace your fingers up and down my arms, to send those shivers down my spine. I want your touch on my skin. I want you to know how you make me feel. Sleepless nights I’ve spent dreaming of you. I’ve spent my days aching for you to the point of my heart almost breaking. So come a little closer, please. Take my cold hand in yours and make my heart pound. Make me warm inside. You seem to be the only thing that works anymore.  All I know is that you and I are here, sitting side by side. Please, reach out to me. I need you.  I wish you could see that. Please. If there’s one thing I want right now, it is that you will take my hand and make me feel alive. Turn my hand over in yours, palm up, and study the lines that are in my hand as if those lines could tell you every story of mine. Let them speak to you and let them show you I need you.