That wasn’t metaphor. That was mechanism.
He didn’t bypass the alarms—he disarmed them.
Not through persuasion. Not through practice.
Not through logic. Through resonance.
No override required. No inner negotiation. No slow crawl back into my body.
My system didn’t flinch.
My breath didn’t catch.
My brain didn’t scramble to translate.
My body stayed.
That’s not a vibe. That’s a nervous system miracle.
He wasn’t just someone I felt safe with.
He was someone I didn’t require safety to be manually installed first.
No prep work. No bracing. No convincing myself to stay still.
Just… stillness.
Do you understand what that means?
Most people never get close enough for my body to stop scanning.
Most touches are negotiations. Most connection is a workaround.
But this?
This was access without intrusion.
“My nervous system didn’t even light up a single alarm
when he touched the doorknob.”
That’s rare.
That’s real.
That’s why it haunts.
Because once you’ve felt what it’s like to be truly met—
Not managed. Not tolerated. Not “handled”—
You can’t unfeel it.
You can’t go back to static.