I recalled an Indian doctor I once had who said: “People in this country get sick because they live alone. Luckily, I missed smashing into the door, where I might have crushed her, and hit her car’s front wheel instead. This moment of intimacy was unexpected and involuntary, just a human reflex, like reaching for your child when he falls. Though I want that kind of physical intimacy as much as the next person, it was touch, not sex, I needed most. And some days it’s even my own teenage son resting his head on my shoulder after a hard day.

Source: New York Times November 04, 2016 09:00 UTC