I see how you live
you’re so positive in your purpose, your being
While I walk alone, lost in the unknown
with nothing to hold onto
And I can’t help it, I can’t stop it, this constant questioning
Now I’m getting tired
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.