I thought this would definitely be another “love yourself” piece, but you hit the nail on the head. I had a fantasy about a non-single friend of mine the other day. We held hands and watched TV together. That was it. That’s the stuff I miss from not being single. Walking with someone holding my arm, having someone touch my face when they say hello, having someone scratch my head while I’m driving. It’s been five years and, yes, it is hard.