Don’t Know What To Name This Piece. By Aqua Skies What is it about affection that makes us thirsty? To crave for it more? What is so addicting about the validation to exist? What drives us to shower people that we care about with nice words and kind gestures. With warm embraces, gentle touches? To drape a blanket over their cold bodies… To make soups for them when they are unwell… To holding them closer to our chests when they are crying… To take vicious blows to our self-esteems just so they will feel better… What is it this infatuation with caring that makes us say things which we might not mean but we say it anyway because we know that the person we care for needs to hear it… We do things with carefulness almost tenderly. Why? What drives us? Is it the everlasting need for validation or is it something else? Something raw, something primal? Is it about that warm fuzzy feeling inside our chests that makes us swell with s...
