Physical contact is as crucial to humans as food and water. Something as simple as a hand on a shoulder, or squeeze of a hand, can mean the difference between extinction and survival.
Yet, just as there are empty calories, useless in sustaining our physical bodies, we need sincere contact to nurture our psychological bodies.
We can’t subsist on a diet of rote gestures of love, heavily seasoned with hollow meaning and neglected intent – a cursory peck on the cheek or briefest embrace, more accidental than heartfelt.
At a banquet laden with dispassionate kisses and caresses, I’m starving to death.