What is intimacy?
Where do boundaries lie? This is a sweet spot romanticized since teenage years; I had no idea it could exist as an actual thing, a factual state readily achievable in real life.
[Of course, it did also immensely help to learn that attraction is acknowledged to exist in at least four different forms (physical, romantic, mental, spiritual), and asexuality does not stiffly mean an inability to experience any. Most simply blank on physical attraction. The other three are why humans live.]
Today, there was a certain cloudy look in those eyes that I could feel myself simultaneously mirroring. The kind that drew people to traverse a room, to awkwardly fiddle as they suddenly awaken to the fact that that was a moment.
Most of me enjoys this tremendously, with high hopes that it can go on. A small part worries that this balance is too subtle, the line too powdery thin, and that the scale would too-soon tip over, before we even suspect it.
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Take a break after an hour of work, accidentally have a conversation for over two hours (and would have kept going if it weren't for the school closing for the night).
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