and I don't know.
I don't really fall in love with a person,
I'll fall in love with every tiny detail about them.
the sound of their laughter,
the one where they sheepishly giggle,
or the one where they laugh out loud.
the sound they make while holding in laughter,
the sound when they have food stuffed in their mouth,
the sound when they breathe deeply in anger,
the sound of their breath when they kiss,
the way they talk incessantly sometimes,
the way they don't talk at all.
sometimes I feel like I can hear their smile make a sound too,
it sounds different when they're shy, or nervous, or elated.
it's terrific what someone's voice can do.
flow with intimacy
intimacy would be baring my soul and seeing the other persons soul.
it'd be seeing each other through all the facade, all the walls, all the defenses,
it'd be surrendering in ways you haven't surrendered before.
it'd feel like being emotionally, physically and spiritually naked with someone.
it'd be accepting each other with all that comes with you being you, and them being them.
it'd feel like finally there is no need to hide,
no need to run.
it'd feel like being home, no matter how old the furniture gets, it's still home.
intimacy would feel like mad laughter.
blaring honesty, burning passion and incomprehensible peace.
