There's that moment where you need someone to hold your hand. Not because you're scared or upset. Not even because you're in pain. But because sometimes you like holding hands, and don't think it's necessary that it be backed with a reason.

On Saturday mornings when you wake up and lie around in bed, you wonder what it'd be like to have someone lie with you there. You aren't lonely. You haven't had bad dreams. It's just that you want someone to lie next to you, behind you, and make small talk or share your morning silence.

You like it when people tell you that you were missed. It doesn't necessarily make you feel important. It doesn't always cheer you up magically. But on days when you are lying in bed, battling pain and larger things, you can look back on these times and find something to hold on to.