Remember the first time you ever really touched someone in an intimate way? I'm not talking about kissing.. I mean, the first kiss is important and all, but I'm talking about something more than that.

For me it was the first time a girl let me touch a boob. And no, it wasn't like last year, wise asses! It was at a friends house at some party and it was one of those early times in a relationship where you can barely believe they are letting you kiss them, let alone even attempt anything else. But the moment is still clear in my head. The first time you get access to another person in that way is so singular, it sticks.

It was that sense of absolute uniqueness in the moment... innocent, yet absolutely flooring that another person was actually going to let you touch them like that. To this day, I can just barely capture a hint of that sensation at the back of my mind, but it is fleeting at best and I don't think I get many things these days that compare to it. That's not to say the quality of life I have now sucks, but simply that there's no way to bottle that singular sensation...

I'm not even voicing it properly, but I wanted to get it down, at least for my benefit. Hmmm... I wonder if that person reads this journal...?