Quotes About Intimacy

put my hand to his chest, over his heart. I can feel it beating. I let my hand fall away. His heart is mine, just mine. I believe it now. Mine to protect and care for, mine to break. So

I've never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other it feels like I have.

He kissed like he was drowning and I was air. It was passionate, and desperate, and like nothing I had ever experienced before. This

Catching him off guard felt like a good sign. He had a million walls. Maybe if I just started talking, he wouldn't have time to build up a new one.

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want

Peter grabs my hand mid-swat and says, "Wanna hear something funny?" "What?" "I think I started liking you.

It's scary when it's real. When it's not just thinking about a person, but, like, expectations. And wants.

Da miedo cuando es real. Cuando no se trata sólo de pensar en una persona, sino de tener una persona de carne y hueso en frente de ti, con expectativas. Y quiere…

I like him in sweaters.

He was going to be my last and my every and my always.

His heart is mine, just mine. I believe it now. Mine to protect and care for, mine to break.

And then he's kissing me; his mouth is urgent against mine, like he's searching for some sort of reassurance, some kind of promise only I can give.

I don't want to have to play catch-up at the end of the day. I need to be a part of his daily life and he needs to be a part of mine.

So I take Peter's hand; I put it on my heart. I tell him, "You have to take good care of this, because it's yours." He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure--he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And then I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking, because we both know--this is the night we become real.

When I write, I hold nothing back. I write like he'll never read it. Because he never will.

You can't protect him from being hurt, babe, no matter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt...it's all a part of being in love" -Trina

I just wouldn't want it to be less special, after we do it. I want it to always be a sacred thing, not something to take for granted because everybody else does it, or because we've done it before. I suppose anything can become ordinary or commonplace if you do it enough times, but my hope is that this never is. Not for us.

I don't answer. I just kiss him.

Dear Margot, You say that we had to break up because you don't want to go to college with a boyfriend, and you want your freedom, and you don't want to be held back. But you know and I know that's not the real reason You broke up with me because we had sex anf you were scared of getting close to me. Josh

I like to watch Peter when he doesn't know I'm looking. I like to admire the straight line of his jaw, the curve of his cheekbone. There's an openness to his face, an innocence--a certain kind of niceness. It's the niceness that touches my heart the most.

For me there was—is—nothing better than walking on the beach late at night. It feels like you could walk forever, like the whole night is yours and so is the ocean. When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

I move to slug him in the shoulder, and he laughs and grab my hand and links my finger with his. It feels like my heart is beating right through my hand. It's the first time we've hold hands for real, and it feels different from those fake times. like electric currents, in a good way. The best way.

To feel so known, so understood. It's such a wonderful feeling...

You should give him a picture of you to keep him company, if you know what I mean." She frowns at me. "Do you know what I mean?