The world is full of words, but there is something that does not need a voice. These are touches. They can be involuntary, accidental, fleeting, or those that leave a mark deep in the soul.
There are those that stop time. When someone quietly runs their fingers over your palm, as if conveying something important without words. When the warmth of their hands is felt even through a thick sweater, or when a look and touch speak louder than any sentence.
Love lives in such little things. At the moment when someone tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, when your fingers lightly touch your wrist, when you accidentally touch your shoulder in a crowd and this contact seems unexpectedly familiar. Touch is one of the languages that love speaks.