She missed being
cuddled. She missed the way it felt to be gently touched and
comforted. To have someone play with her hair, rub her back,
sweetly kiss her forehead or her temple, to hold her tightly. She
craved all of those things and more. But thinking about it only
caused her to feel lonely. Because although she had a significant
other who loved her with all his heart, he was too far away to
abate her yearnings. So she tried to rid herself of longings.
Tried to find contentment in the sound of her love's voice, in
the knowledge that she'd see him in a few short months. But no
matter what she did, she just couldn't stop the need, the way her
skin craved the gentleness of her sweetheart's touch, the feel of
his lips at her temple, the featherlight caress of his breath at
her ear when he'd whisper something to her. Especially the way
her entire being ached to be held, to be enveloped in his loving
embrace. She could endure the cravings though, and she would
until she could be in his arms
again.