The real intimacy is in the pacing
Everyone talks about chemistry.
But real intimacy? That’s pacing.
Can we slow down together?
Can we move through silence without reaching for distractions?
Can we share space without filling it?
The truth is, I’m not looking for someone to excite me.
I’m looking for someone I can breathe with.
Someone whose nervous system says:
“It’s safe here. You don’t have to perform.”
That’s my kind of intimacy.
Maybe yours, too.