Tell.

I had come to a place where I accepted things how they were. No real motivation to be anything to anyone besides myself. I had let go of certain aspects of my life, and started regarding myself as "feral," to some extent - not wanting to be touched by anyone, or be too close or intimate. Feeling incredibly unattractive, and completely sans any sort of sexuality. If anything, feeling as though this celibacy had become some sort of ritual, rather than simply a happenstance currently a-foot in my life. These expressions of affection are an extension of myself, and I've been unwilling or unable to let go and be vulnerable enough to allow those sorts of things to take place anymore. And most importantly, I had forgotten how nice sharing myself with someone can be. Nothing crazy, nothing overtly sexual, nothing emotionally driven, but just to be with someone and touch them and have them touch me back. It was really very nice. I'm happy to have awakened something in me that I was certain had been lost. I'm starting to feel a little bit more like myself today.