Do you ever just want contact, plain old contact? I do. Touch, I thrive on it.


Right now I would kill to be wrapped up in his arms. The weather here has been gray for days on end. I’ve been working on a chest cold. And I just need some loving. Sometimes I need to be touched, held, wrapped up in his arms, so badly that I physically ache.   There is nothing for it, nothing I can do. So here I sit writing to strangers who may or may not read it. It’s a form of contact I suppose but it’s cold comfort for what I really need.