I wanted to let you know I forgive you for your fear of losing your independence.

The fear that came with a cost: each other.

Remind me who I am.
Awaken me.

Call me by my name.
See me with a  piercing cold clarity.

I'll come running.

From the top of a cliff, I joked with a stranger about my fear of heights.

In response, he jumped into the icy waters below and beckoned me to follow.
With a single smile, I was convinced.

I, too, jumped.

Another's light fingertips that leave deep gouges in my skin. Is this giving or taking?  

Restless heartbeats intertwined, frantic, exhausted; mixed with explosive breaths.

Skin that isn't mine, both soft and firm.

A body pressed against me.
A merging.
An escape.
A sensation without a thought.

The ability to lose the sense of self to a sense of us.