Intimacy is a strange and spectacular thing. Not just knowing each other’s stuff: when her period is, how his movements smell after a curry, all the sex stuff. But touching. Simply touching.
Take that away from people in couples and just see how they do without a hand to hold, a finger to stroke their face, a chest to rest your head on.
I have bad period pains. I was up at 4am with them, I nearly passed out this afternoon and ended up back on my sofa with a hot water bottle.
I’ve given up and I’m in bed at 9 on a Saturday.
What I would give for someone to rub my back.
Pizza of Doom 
Touch is an important thing. I never knew how much I needed it until I was with Andy and he didn’t like to touch or be touched. I hope you get to feeling better soon.
I totally think you and I are on the same exact wavelength these days, April, because you keep writing about things that are just the way I feel at the time too.
I’ve been having a lot of back issues for the past few weeks and the other day it got so bad that I needed to take painkillers and put on some deep heating cream. I started thinking about howwww oftteennn H used to rub or massage me whenever I needed it (or just wanted it) and it hit me that seriously, I have no one these days to even touch me or hug me. I mean Mom sometimes gives me a hug but… it’s not the same at all, is it!?
I just hunger so much for the touch of a man who loves me. It’s so sad to think that I’ll forever be rubbing my own liniments on for God knows how long… sigh. 😦