What you miss being single is not so much the company (because after all, you have friends and other people dear to you).
What you miss being single is not so much the sharing of a daily routine (because after all, routines get quite tedious; and you've grown a little peculiar with time anyways).
What you miss being single not so much the sex (because after all, you can masturbate and have one night stands).
What you miss being single is not so much emotional security and intimacy (because after all, you don't really believe in finding such a thing with another person anymore, if you can't find it within yourself).
What you do miss is the body of the Other; to touch, to smell, to taste, to nestle against. The incredible strangeness of another body that can't be denied or rationalized. (And I'm afraid this does not come out right the way I mean it. What I mean is not remotely connected to sexual attraction or desire. What I'm talking about is that every baby, even if you satisfy its basic needs, will eventually die if it doesn't get some sort of bodily attention and affection; if it does not feel the attention and touch of another body. Almost as if human life without the feeling of other bodies was unbearable and ultimately unlivable.)
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