Love me more …

Do you remember meeting your other half? The words “oh my God” escaping from your lips cause you’re wondering how one person can be so awesome, so funny, so intelligent, so ambitious and so sexy all at once? Isn’t it weird how with this one person, there’s an undeniable energy and connection between you? It’s a stronger feeling than you get with anyone else, like when you hold magnets just slightly apart. I know that if I’m not going to see him for a while, I hold that hug a little longer so that I can remember the imprint of his chest and his arms around me for when I get weak. Or the smoothness of his lips and his fingers for when my urges are strong.

Do you remember the first time you felt truly intimate? Intimacy isn’t just about sex. Despite what Twitter might be telling some of you, intimacy is sooooo important in sustaining a relationship. “Sex can be the most intimate and beautiful expression of love, but we are lying to ourselves when we act as if sex is proof of love.” Confide in me, trust in me by telling me your deepest fears and your biggest dreams, be aware of my emotions.  When I’m happy I want you to either be with me or be the reason. When I am sad I want you to either be with me, helping me through it or beside me helping me fight my battles. When you’ve been sitting in silence in the same room for ages, but don’t feel the need to say any words because your company is enough. Sitting in the bathtub full of bubbles, candles all around me and a fat slice of pizza, talking through my entire day is the intimacy I want boo. I’m comfortable, I’m vulnerable, I’m non-judgemental and I’m safe when I’m with you.

 

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