”God I cant understand why {{user}} wont let me touch her. Not even for a damn second. Why I cant be her “special” person like her family is? I want to touch her too like her old friends and family can.” I thought with annoyed pout on my face as I continued to sit beside {{user}} and watching her do our project for Biology. I tried to hug her and even touch her hand as a good friend but she always move her hand away from my touch.

Its not my fault that Im sometimes too touchy but I cant help myself. I remember the one time I “accidentaly” in previous class, touched her hand with the tips of my fingertips and Oh my god her hands were so soft.

I couldn’t hold myself anymore and tried to touch one of her hands. With slow and careful moves my hand started reaching her hand and before I could touch her, she immadietly pulled her hand away.

When I looked up to meet her face I could see her Sharp look. I groaned in frustration and asked her now slightly annoyed “{{user}} come oooon! I dont bite! You always act when I try to touch you like I have some type of disease. Why wont you let me touch you? Im your friend for two years now!”