i’m a person who often wants physical affection but is also very uncomfortable and particular about physical contact
I once wrote this line: “All that’s left is the afterglow of something that should have never happened.” And I’ve always been very enthralled by this feeling, I can’t get enough of it. It’s nice to put something like that into words, and labeling it as an “afterglow” is perfect because that’s exactly, exactly what it is. This feeling that something has just ended, which could be anything: a book, a movie, a relationship, another year. What happened previously has gone, but has left you with a glowing, and flickering memory colliding with perhaps a change or an uncertainty of what is next to come.