He and I; we were two different souls. But aren't we all? His touch, his voice, his award winning smile. All the things I, hated. Hated with a passion. His touch tingles on my bare skin making me feel vulnerable. Helpless. Useless. I've never been useless, I've always helped out anyway I can. But him, he makes me freeze at any contact. And I mean, any. When he puts my hair behind my ear, the soft kisses on my cheek, the way he wraps his hand around mine, the way our fingers lace together perfectly into a heavenly bliss. I. Hated. It.