With a variety of ways to socialize at our disposal, is it any wonder we are watching the meaningful face-to-face exchange wither and die? We default to the short, shallow, emoji-laden exchanges, rather than the more prolonged conversations in person. The detailed catch-ups over a drink have been replaced with the snappy keypad hello. Texts trump dinner invitations and coffee dates. Quick and painless. Minimal effort. But I’m greedy. I want more. I want eye contact. I want you to hold my hand; feel you squeeze to emphasize your point. I want to smell your scent. Hear your laugh. See your smile. Wipe tears away. I need a real visceral connection not the glow of my phone. I can’t stomach another night alone, words without words, love without love. This isn’t my game. I politely bow out.
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