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Affection
It's such an odd thing, isn't it? Sweaty palms, the exchange of saliva, the stench of genitals. It really is rather disgusting, but we love it. We are drawn to it. We rely on it to determine who we want as a partner. I'm one of those strange people that resides in their bubble. I find myself on the brink a lot, indecisive. I would blame it on my zodiac, the Libra. It may be easy to balance... but it is also difficult to stay on one side or the other. I tend to play tug-of-war between my heart and my mind. It is rather difficult to listen to both. I don't like to be emotional. It sickens me, really. I don't believe in love, I hate to cuddle, it literally kills me to communicate... especially when people ask me questions. But sometimes it's nice just to have someone there. Not talking, no affection... just to be there and to understand. I just can't seem to find the balance.
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