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She looked up at him with her hazy crystal eyes, still glossy from her tears. Before she could say sorry, beg him to understand, tell him how wrong she felt, he covered her shivering body with their big blue comforter, put his arm around her and kissed her forehead that, now, no longer creased from worry.
Just like we listen, speak and taste - we feel. Whether its the coarse surface of a tree trunk or the smooth familiar feeling of your comfy bed, we look at texture for reassurance, for validity and for comfort.