Feeling your temperature is so heart-stopping, but I am gradually afraid of your touch, because you can't give me what I want, and what you give is not love. What I would rather hold is still that pillow, at least it won't make my heart beat faster. I used to hate being touched, and the nightmares I had in the past cannot be felt in your arms. I don't ask for your love, I just ask that you can hold me like this all the time, as long as you are my pillow.