Intimacy is not who you let touch your genitalia. 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.
My mantra for the past week: You’re unwell and you’re allowed to be unwell. Sometimes you’re not capable of doing anything but being unwell, and that’s okay. Sometimes all the world needs from you is just to get through each day. You don’t have anything to prove, you don’t have a deadline to meet, you’re allowed to set your own pace. Just look after you.
She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her there’s nothing there.