I need cuddles the way most people need air. It’s old news, but I thrive on physical contact. Some might say I’m addicted to it. I suffer from something very similar to starvation now that the bulk of that contact has been lost from my life. In fact, I would rather have a rumbling tummy than this powerful, lonely, empty physical-emotional ache. It is difficult, and sad, for me to believe that so many people suffer this lack for most of their lives. How do they keep from going crazy?