A personal bubble conflict.

I crave physical contact. 

Not in a overtly provocative manner, though in appropriate contexts, 

spice is nice. 

Everyone has a personal bubble, but mine is conflicted.

My family isn't much for hugging. Especially as adults. 

When my older brothers left for and returned from missions, 

I gave them high fives. 

If I don't know you, I most likely will not want to touch you. 

I'm not the type to hug and air kiss my besties.

I won't snuggle up with just anyone on the couch. 

If a friend is sad, knee pats are my go to comforting touch.

But, man, if you're a boy I like, all that changes. 

It doesn't matter if we've never even spoken

 or have being dating for half the year, 

I crave your physical attention.

I take it as an affirmation of you returning my attention. 

If you touch my knee, the other one goes weak. 

If you pull me in for a quick embrace, I daydream about it the next day.

Any touch to my face and you can pretty much ask me to give you $1000 and I will. 

Now this is not to say I'm merely a mushy little girl, and I say merely because obviously I am one a bit, but I suppose because I'm so closed off otherwise, it just means so much more. 

So boys, be careful, I will be reading WAY too much into every touch. 

And if you're lucky to get a shoulder squeeze or knee pat, know that's me crushing on you, hard.