I've known deep, soul-searing naked intimacy only one time in all my fifty-six years, and spent forty-odd of those years pursuing it again, with no success. I still have hope, the only real hope left is that the original source of it will return to me, something that I see as more and more of a possibility as the years go by. To me intimacy is more important than raw sex, even, it's the distilled esscence of love, and sharing of ourselves... I can't really explain it, but to me it's important, it's 90% of what makes up love, it's the skeleton that love is stretched over. Sorry if that don't make sense. I'm not good at explaining shit. I just know what I feel.
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