"for me it was about holding hands holding hands to the point of chronic muscles ache i didnt know picking my way to love was such a terrible mistakes to tell you i feel all of it the butterflies and bees in my very stomach's pit and if i asked you why do you need or want sex you can't put it to words ; i know i know and that ineffable reason that's how i know i don't want sex for sure and I'm not incomplete in anyway less I'm complete but confused isn't that such a beautiful mess ......"