The kiss,

When I'm alone, as in mentally and emotionally (sometimes physically), it's as though there are always dementors in the proximity. No wonder my fingers and toes are always cold. No wonder I have permanent goosebump-like marks all over my neck, chest, and arms. Dementors in and out of my life, haunting me in my sleep, haunting me in my daydreams, in every single shadow.