A little love

"I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder.   (...) 
I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. 
Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together. 
How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?"

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran Foer)