I could list the things I currently dream about - become a dog walker, get paid to write, move to a ski resort, live on a narrow boat, have a massive table in the centre of the kitchen, filled with friends sharing a meal several times a week - but all the dreaming does is to simply allow me to stop brooding on the one dream which has eluded me for my whole adult life. My biggest dream? To know, without doubt, where the next kiss will come from. The last kiss I shared with someone was more than three years ago. I don't know why a lack of kisses, cuddles and holding hands seems to be my lot in life. Maybe I've withdrawn from intimacy, or maybe intimacy turned it's back on me. All that I do know, is that living without kisses is increasingly feeling like a life half-lived.