Recently I plucked up the courage to approach someone I vaguely know as a bit of a mum figure and told her I needed a chat. We chatted for about 10 minutes and afterwards she hugged me and kissed my head/forehead. She was really kind to me and the moment of connection of having someone take the time to truly listen to me meant a lot to me.
But now I'm a little bit sad that I don't have someone like that in my day to day life. It's like having a little bit of it during my time with her has made me realise how much part of me is crying out for that. I never really had it growing up, my mum was great and I know she loves me, but she was quite absorbed in her own unresolved pain at times. I understood that but it left me feeling a bit lonely and starved of that kind of 'I hear you, I see you' love. Just to have that affectionate relationship with someone I could be honest with. I don't know what it is exactly but it just hurts.