“Intimacy is not who you let touch you.
Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears.
Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it.
Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.”
God knows the horrors of assumption, and as is my mantra, forgive me my presumption such as it is.
This is my heart of hearts trying to yelp (See Horton Hears a Who) and break out of the cloud of unknowing that smothers and socks in with the fog of self-loathing.
You are there, always, in the back of my mind.