For a year, we were inseparable. He was always at my house, we laughed together, we built memories but something was missing. He rarely touched me. Kisses were scarce, hugs felt foreign, and hand-holding was nonexistent. I felt like I needed permission to reach for him. He told me he wasn’t into kissing, barely ever said “I love you.” I was emotionally starved, desperate for the kind of connection I kept hoping he’d give me. 👇🏽