“It was the longest she had gone without human contact; without the soft, conceding warmth of someone else’s skin. She began to crave it after a while, to obsess over the most trivial things. Like a hand on her shoulder or a king word from a stranger. How long, she wonders, before I forget how it feels to be wanted? How long until I lose all recollection of love?” – Lang Leav
These times of lock down, isolation, and distancing are hoard on our psyches. Not just the lack of romantic touch, but we need all sorts of touch. We’re animals. We need familial, romantic, and friendly touch. We need that reiteration that we are loved and wanted in society. I long to hug my friends, and let them know they are loved.