Several times during the last couple of days, I’ve witnessed couples almost unnoticeably showing their affection for each other on public transportation. A light caress, on a knee or a foot, almost absentmindedly, while reading a book or looking out the window. Tender in a way that has made me feel like I’ve seen something I shouldn’t. Even if me looking was by accident.
There is a trust in a movement like that, confidence. Confirmation. It is something very beautiful.
But in me, it has left a knot. Somewhere below the throat, over the lungs. An inner conflict of interest, I suppose.
Katja Malmborg 