How Can Solitude And Physical Touch Coexist As Love Languages?

As I’ve grown older, I’ve found a delicious comfort in solitude. There’s something absolutely enchanting about curling up by an open fire, a captivating book in hand, the soft crackle of flames providing the perfect soundtrack. While friends urge me to dive into the latest binge-worthy series or head out for lunch or drinks, I find myself relishing these quiet moments, embracing the stillness where my thoughts can dance freely.

But here’s the catch: there’s a world of difference between enjoying solitude and feeling lonely in a crowd. There’s nothing sharper than the sting of isolation when surrounded by those I adore. Imagine being in a cozy café, laughter bubbling all around you, yet feeling like a ghost among the living. It’s a curious ache, especially when I’m among people who should make me feel most at home. My love language? Touch... But the thing is I hate to be touched without invitation. It literally makes my skin crawl if a stranger shakes my hand or tries to hug me... yet I crave that visceral connection, the electrifying spark that ignites with a simple brush of skin against skin or the warmth of a hug that lingers just a little too long.

I'm just someone who needs to be needed, I've done years of therapy, wondering if that made me codependent, but it just makes me someone who likes to please other people, and it makes me happy to an extent even in platonic relationships. There’s something incredibly fulfilling about being that person you can turn to when life tosses you a surprise—whether it's planning the most delightful birthday celebration or being a shoulder to lean on during rough patches. I want to be the one who assures you that you’re never alone, I'm just a phone call away with that ice cream and hug, the comforting presence that makes the good times even brighter and the bad times a little less heavy. With that being said I know how to set a boundary.

When it comes more more intimate relationships? Oh, the longing intensifies. I yearn to express my affection in an exquisite tapestry of tenderness and passion.

Picture this: the soft brush of my lips against your cheek, a secret promise wrapped in a lingering kiss, the heat of a tight embrace that pulls us together until we blend into one. There’s a delightful thrill in those moments of connection, where even the lightest touch can send shivers coursing through our bodies, igniting the spark of intimacy we both crave.

From a cheeky little pinch on the bottom to the electric vibes between us, I’m totally captivated by every kind of affection. I crave that attention, those shared touches, exchanged glances... the heat that builds.... the fiery desire which pulls me into another dimension.

Every little moment we share, whether it's a tiny gesture or something deeper, adds more layers to our relationship. It's like weaving a beautiful tapestry of feelings that I really treasure.

Ultimately, I want to immerse myself in love—warm, passionate, and all-consuming. If that isn’t in the air when I’m surrounded by people I care about, I feel a restlessness rising within me, a yearning to retreat into my own world once more. Or worse, I feel the need to run, to escape the feeling of loneliness...

Perhaps it's tied to the ebb and flow of my anxiety over the years or the playful spirit of my polyamorous heart that seeks to love fiercely and widely. Whatever the reason, I’ve come to cherish the peace I find in my solitude, even as I crave the electric thrill of genuine connection.

So here I am, revelling in the soothing embrace of my solitude, yet endlessly yearning for those intimate moments that make my soul flourish.

I often wonder are there other like me, daring to seek connections that truly set our hearts ablaze? Yet you can feel lonely in a room with the person you love if they don't reciprocate your touch or emotion... 💋