I was 43 the first time.
I was 43.
43 the first time someone really touched me.
43 when I felt what it was like for someone to touch me.
To touch me with love.
To touch me without judgment.
To touch me without hurting me.
I was 43 when I was touched for the first time.
No questions.
No reservations.
No holding back.
She touched me.
Wholly. Completely.
She touched me.
I was 43 the first time.
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