𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚🤎

I love intimacy. I love the delusion that someone knows my soul as I do and loves me deeply and unconditionally for it.

Intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is '' you're safe with me" that's intimacy. It's not who you let touch you. It's who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. It's when the person is always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

Everybody craves intimacy. To be looked at, admired, smiled at, laugh with someone, feel safe, feel like someone's really got you. That's what we crave. A gentle kick when they're sitting across the table, a head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as they're walking past you.

I think love isn't made up of grand gestures or explosive displays but the little things. The little things that say I'm here and I care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that there's no need to think. 

To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy!