Another thing

And, I think about you all the time, about touching you and you touching me. Kissing, especially. When you hug me, I relax, even now. I'm not used to not getting hugs from you (or anyone, since nobody's around). Last night, when you asked me if I needed anything, what I wanted to ask you for was for you to rub my back until I could maybe fall asleep, but I was afraid.