What does it take to legitimize your fear of intimacy? To make it something that can undeniably be called a “fear”? What does it take?
My calling you out on the matter will only leave me looking like the one who has the problem. And lest I too have no dog shit upon my sneaker, I shall neither take the first step upon the white rug, nor will I judge you.
Presently, I just enjoy our conversations. I enjoy that we told each other the absolute truth almost as much as I enjoyed waking myself up from snoring into your back.
Today we will go be creative. Independently creative.
Tomorrow Alexis will sing the blues.
Now, once more… with feeling. I have music to learn.