The Language of Touch​

A hand on her back during tough conversations, a forehead kiss when she’s sick, fingers intertwined while walking—these touches spoke louder than words. They learned touch could soothe, reassure, apologize. In moments when words felt inadequate, their bodies remembered how to communicate: I’m here. You’re not alone.​

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