There isn’t really a name for it, but it’s the kind of thing where you can still feel their skin on your skin even though it’s been years since anything has happened, but it was like your skin could remember everything your mind couldn’t. It was the kind of thing that doesn’t fade away, that still gives you goosebumps and draws the minuscule hair on your arms to fly up reminiscent over what once used to be, but now isn’t and never will be anything more than what it was.
