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“I feel like I can see you but I can’t touch you,” he’d said.
He looked concerned, frazzled even.

I shrugged, smiled, tried to play it off. Pretended everything was cool, even though I knew exactly what he meant.

Because I was there, but I wasn’t.

Watching him hold me.

And how I wished I was somewhere else.
Anywhere else but there in my shame.