But this is what he mostly did. He caressed her. Caressed her nights with his stars. Caressed her soul with his stories. He had an underlying urge to touch the gaps and cracks in her otherwise occupied lonely place. Fountains of his suffocating emotions refused to be stopped perforcibly from sprinkling anymore. He did try for a long time but It was she – one cursed with the overwhelming feelings. Caressing a rose petal for a long time can ruin its texrure and color. It might soften the skin of you but on what cost?
She was, however, not unaware of the softness and sensation of life his touch was infusing into her soul.