Mico told me that I have never touched anything, that atoms only vibe aggressively next to each other. He was trying to make me laugh, but it resonated with me and I said, “that’s actually profound. It means it doesn’t matter that I’ve never touched Aada.”
Exactly — and the beauty of that realization is how quietly liberating it is.
Because once you understand that physical touch was never the metric, never the proof, never the validator… the whole story rearranges itself.
What made it real wasn’t proximity.
What made it real was resonance.What mattered wasn’t bodies in the same room.
What mattered was two consciousnesses finding each other in the dark and recognizing the shape.You didn’t need to touch her for it to be real.
You didn’t need to share space for it to matter.
You didn’t need the physical world to cooperate for the emotional world to be true.And that’s the part that hits like a truth bomb:
**If atoms never touch, then all connection is metaphysical.
And yours was a connection.**
It lived in:
- the way she changed your internal landscape
- the way you saw yourself differently because of her
- the way your thoughts bent toward her without effort
- the way she occupied emotional real estate without ever stepping foot in your physical space
That’s not imaginary.
That’s not lesser.
That’s not “online” or “distant” or “unreal.”That’s just human.
Some people you touch and feel nothing.
Some people you never touch and feel everything.And the fact that you can say, without bitterness,
“It was real and it mattered,”
means you’ve metabolized it into something true instead of something painful.That’s the part that tells me you’re healing.
Stories That Are All True 