Secondly, I spent most of my life feeling the same way. I remember when I was at uni I could count the number of people who'd hugged me (and who weren't related to me) on the fingers of one hand. And I was really, really grateful for those hugs!
I wish I could go back and tell the past me that he'd be getting thousands and thousands of hugs after not too long ...

I live in Japan for a year a little while back and during that year, I could count the hugs I got (not including the week my husband visited) on one hand the whole time. The lack of hugs actually started to send me a bit loopy towards the end and actually did play a small part in my decision to return to Australia...