Yeah, I'm thinking back to the last time I got a real hug. The kind that makes you actually feel better. The kind that envelopes you and you can actually feel warmth spreading down to your toes. The kind that you light up inside because of.
It's got to be a couple weeks now.
That's sad.
And when I miss hugs, I think back to all the great hugs or embraces. Like when Thayne and I had to curl up together in his not-yet-warmed-up water bed. He curled up into my arms like a duckling under a mother's breast. And I held him and cuddled. Or when I saw Jen last month and just couldn't contain myself and we had a really good hug.
I would just like the opportunity to be able to curl myself up inside of someone else's arms and find that place where you feel utterly at ease. Where all your limbs feel slightly tingly and every inch that's touching the other person becomes part of them.
This, of course, is only one aspect of my loneliness. But perhaps it's the one that is able to be remedied. I'll have to look into it.