You were made to be kissed, often and well.
Suddenly, every song was about you.
I think of you so often you have no idea.
I think there comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life.
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.