It’s been over a year, and I still think about this one fleeting moment on a crowded train.
I was half-asleep, eyes closed, just riding it out like usual. Then this girl stood near me and gently rested her knee against mine to balance herself. It wasn’t anything dramatic; just the softest, most natural touch. I didn’t move. Didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t want to make it awkward or turn it into something it wasn’t.
Her knee was so soft, man. And that little contact, it’s stuck with me all this time. Not in a creepy or romantic way, just… something about it felt warm. Quiet. Human. Real.
I never saw her face. Wouldn’t recognize her if I did. But that brief, unspoken moment reminded me how long it’s been since I felt close to someone. And somehow, I miss it. I miss something I never really had.
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It reminds me of that statement that sometimes makes rounds on social media – that a man will for his whole life remember a compliment given to him by a woman. It’s supposed to be because men are so rarely complimented, even by their close ones, that each one becomes an important life event.
In a way, it’s very romantic and beautiful. But it’s also so sad 😔
That’s a long way to say you need a hug dude
hugs you
This really drives home how many of us are starved for any kind of physical touch.
She probably never even realized how much that moment meant. But that’s the crazy thing about human interaction—sometimes one person carries it forever, while the other forgets it entirely.
This post almost resurrected something long dead in me.
One hell of a confession dude. I will remember this.
Once on a bus I was sitting next to a boy who I guessed was approximately my age, as the journey progressed our thighs pressed together more and more, no eye contact it was really cool not just exciting, even if it was too, I went out I felt his gaze searching mine but I continued on my way as if nothing had happened, a beautiful memory..
As a single older person who rarely sees her children I remember someone hugging me out of the blue and this same feeling, the calm only the warmth of human touch can bring.
A beautiful melancholy in this.
It’s always the simplest things that stick with us. A few years ago, I was sitting on the train looking out the window as I pulled into the station, when I made eye contact with this girl sitting down on a bench. I decided to waves and she smiled and waved back. Then my train left. I still think about her smile.
Yeah you’re not weird for that. Like others say, you need a bit of love in your life. I’m currently going through a mad phase of depression and I can’t stop thinking about the other day when police had to climb a roof to get me down. I was cut and the way the officer gently wiped my hand and plastered it…. Sounds stupid but it’s more love and care than I’ve been given for months. I still yearn for that type of care. Like you say, not in a weird way. In a very human way
Sending love
Last year during the class switch i was climbing the crowded staircase and while reaching for the railing accidently put my hand on a girl’s hand. We were both in a hurry to get to class and neither of us said anything (maybe she didn’t even noticed i put my hand on her’s), still i have to admit a cynical misanthrope like me was definitly surprised by my own reaction
This feels like it could be a good basis for a short story
I think you have a gift for writing. ✍️ I hope you consider writing more. Who knows??? Maybe you can make a living out of it one day! Many years from now, you might look back at this forum and laugh.
GO FIND YOUR SOMEONE BEFORE LIFE TAKES AWAY THE MOMENTS BETWEEN NOW AND THE ETERNAL DAYLIGHT OF THOUSANDS OF UN-UTTERED SILENT SERENITIES WITH SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU EQUALLY.
WHO CARES ABOUT GOD OR HEAVEN IN THE FACE OF LOVE SO DEEP BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE THAT one life fails to have reason to exist without its equal opposite too two lives shared, in one reason for being.😔
Last time someone touched me I was six.