Quotes About Intimacy

You really get to meet people on such a personal level. There's a real bonding in someone beating the crap out of you.

Theres this other half of him i dont know of, its like he is trying it keep it a secret.... if he would just let me inside so i can help

I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.

You don't have to say it out loud. I already know why you like me.' 'You do, huh?' 'Yep.' He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. 'So,' I said. 'Tell me' 'It's an animal attraction,' he said simply. 'Totally chemical.' 'Hmm,' I said. 'You could be right.' 'It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me.' 'No?' 'Nope.' His hands were in my hair now, and I was leaning in, not able to totally make out his face, but his voice was clear, close to my ear. 'Just that you do.

I didn't want to leave things the way we had, unresolved, ... and tried to tell myself he cared about me enough not to look elsewhere for what I wasn't giving him.

You can never be sure of anyone until you're close enough to see them clearly.

What were you two talking about? she whispered as Wes pulls the door shut. Nothing, I said. Running. You should have seen your face, she said, her breath hot in my ear. Sa-woooon.

And to know me, as you have discovered, is to love me.

Sitting there, watching my sister, I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got itout, the story was really all that mattered.

You can't act like you care about someone but not let them care about you.

And guys don't get attached, guys don't give themselves over completely, and guys lie. That's why they should be handled with great trepidation, not trusted, and held at arm's length whenever possible.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.

I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.

After all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked or lost. Here, though, in the quiet pressed against each other, this felt familiar to me. And it was nice to let someone get close again, even if it was just for a little while.

The people who know you best can be risker, because the words they say and things they think have the potential to be not only scary but true, as well.

People didn't forget anything in a small town.

You should have seen your face, she said, her breath hot in my ear. Sa-woooon.

But it was one thing to be cold over distance, another entirely when they were in your same zip code.

But sometimes I longed for that sense of someone pulling me close, feeling another heartbeat against mine.

Each time I thought I'd felt all I could for him, there was more.

May you always have the answers to each other's most important questions.

I leaned into her for once, instead of away, appreciating the pull I felt there, something almost magnetic that held us to each other. I knew it would always be there, no matter how much of the world I put between us. That strong sense of what we shared, good and bad, that led us to here, where my own story began.

I knew we were together, at least for now. And right then, while I still could, it was exactly where I wanted to be.

The big moments with Ethan weren't, well, big. Instead, it was these tiny increments and gestures that I clung to in order to hold on to him.