BOND is a tiny touch module. It can be a pendant or a bracelet but it comes in pairs. You keep one and you give one to a friend. When you touch it, your friend feels it. No matter where they are on the planet. We don’t do tweets, we do tickles.
we need this
gonna put it on my dick
THAT IS NOT THE INTENDED USE SIR
This is actually so cool because some people wear bracelets and necklaces and things as comfort items. I used to wear a necklace from my grandma to remind me of her and I would touch the pendant on it when I was feeling down or stressed. So imagine (if she were still alive), every time I did that she would know I was thinking of her, drawing strength from her.
And then imagine poking it and the other person feels it and pokes back and you end up in a real life facebook poke war.
I would send messages in morse code
magine you and your best friend have one. When the friend dies, he/she is buried with the bracelet. A couple weeks later, you feel someone touch your wrist.
Well this escalated from cool tech to perverted hilarity to something heartfelt then finally something out a creepypasta
I tried to find myself in your Spotify playlist, watched as you skipped through to see if I could find a piece that my heart could sing along too. That sounds ridiculous written down but you’re not the best at communicating and I need to figure all this out. What do I do now? Do I wait for the moment it clicks back into place with you because the silly girl in me would do that. The bit of me that would wait for as long as you need to see me in the light that makes this feel alright again. I’d wait for that and I hate myself for that, I hate that I’d wait for you. I hate that sometimes it feels like that’s all I’ve been doing. Waiting. Waiting for the pin to drop, the moment where you look up and at me in the way you did once that felt like this could turn into something magic if we let it but we never quite captured it. There were minutes and moments and hours where I loved you but I never felt safe enough to close my eyes with a full heart through fear of waking up to nothing with the sunrise. This wasn’t about sunrises and sunsets and magic. It was more than that and we knew it, at least we did for a minute maybe we got scared of it – I’m not sure what it is but now I’m sitting searching for myself through some song lyrics and I can’t help but feel just a little bit stupid. I’ve lost bits of me to you, the bits that wouldn’t do – the bits that might make you leave. Recently I heard the one with the most power is the one that cares least, you can’t keep going round breaking things because you got broken you know. That’s not how it goes.
It’s not how it goes.
None of this is, I spent years thinking how we’d end this. There had to be something, it was too big to box but not big enough to be so now I’m stuck holding something bigger than me but not big enough for us. I’m lost, I’m hurt. This sucks. I feel seventeen again, listening to taking back Sunday and claiming it to be my autobiography. This isn’t how it should be, not really. I want to shake you really hard, I want to shake your heart up – I want to be something worth fighting for. I want to be the girl you’d die for, I want to be something. Anything. This sounds like a beg but it’s not, it’s more a wish that we hadn’t messed it up. Making up for lost time without giving us time to realise that actually we need to go slowly instead of stop starting and creating something with holes in. Something we could fall through with nothing to hold on to and I hit the ground hard a few times. I still bear scars from the first time round I just didn’t want you close enough to work that out, so I offered you sunshine. You offered me awkward and nearly love at times, out of eye sight to the rest of the world sometimes I felt like your girl.
I’ve wished for pause, rewind and skip buttons to get to a time that this would be alright again. I haven’t settled on what I need yet. I don’t know what to do with the space you’ve left, I’ve decorated it with first sips of Prosecco and conversations of let him go and you were doomed from the start and he didn’t deserve you and let him go. Just let him go. I can’t yet, I will though. Let you go. Just let you go.
- Jodi Bickley