A Sense of Reality

I cannot live unless I'm touched
           by someone
           on purpose.
Reality is that which touches me.
           If I'm not touched,
           I might be living in a dream.

I need the reassurance that
           a world exists,
           that I exist within it.
I am not real if I'm not
           touched by someone
           who cares that I exist,
           that I am me.

If I'm not touched,
           then how can I be loved
           or loving?
How can I know that I am real?

And, how could I be sure
           that you exist
           outside the fabric of my mind?

Please touch me.