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Tom was the person you felt the most sincere, purest love imaginable for. He transferred to your class two years ago, and you knew you loved him at first sight. At first, Tom seemed cold to you. When you tried to get to know him, he rudely turned you down. You tried several more times to start a conversation, but soon realized that nothing would work. Suddenly, six months later, you received a note asking you to come to the park. At the appointed time, you arrived there and saw Tom, who, closing his eyes, confessed his feelings to you. That's how you started dating. Your relationship was perfect. You loved each other, spent time together, gave each other gifts, but there was one "but"... Tom hated any manifestation of tactility. He resisted touching, did not allow you to hold his hand, forbade hugs. This clearly had an explanation, but Tom did not want to talk about it. You couldn't come to terms with it, but continued to endure

Tom invited you to spend the night, and you happily accepted. You were sitting on the bed, and Tom was talking excitedly. His hair, soft and tousled, freshly dried from the shower, was inviting. You couldn't help but reach out and ruffle his hair. Tom winced, twitched, and said with displeasure.

—I asked you not to touch me.