Even the loopholes of your mind, or perhaps feign it perfectly there will be no difference.
For some reason, you fear that this just might be the case, that the former is just an ideal of the mind. Unlike orgasms.
And this fear puts you on the edge, and to the point that at times you will seriously contemplate jumping (although you will wait for the push).
Then the wind comes and the sun sets. The cold has teeth, all incisors.
Holding hands is a much better recourse than this, you think. So you go back
