When someone close to you, touches you, that makes me a bit happy. It’s not like a sudden burst of emotion but rather that little tingle inside your chest that is filled with pure ecstasy. When fingers glaze over your palm or when a friend puts their arm over your shoulder, there is a sense of companionship and closeness that seems to echo between the two. I really love that feeling, it makes me happy. Lately I haven’t really felt anything too close to that; school has kept me busy, distance has kept others more busy though. I try to think back on times when hands intertwined with each other or when people hugged each other frequently, and not just for special occasions. Those few moments of intimacy make me genuinely happy.