Body on ice
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"And if one day I don't recognize you, I'll love you anyway"
I couldn't quite explain this feeling. Was it guilt? No not quite. Intimacy? No. "Intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'You're safe with me'-that's intimacy."
Maybe it was intimacy. I guess I'll never know.
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