Creating that fallacious intimacy wrapped arm around arm with a nameless body. It's easy to get temporary satisfaction from it.
Even though you're chilled and hollow inside.
The want of not being lonely can be too strong. Keeping up the exhausting task of costant contact. Never really developing a bond deeper than physical sedation can tire out.
It will ash away as soon as you move an inch in that position which is holding unstably present. Distance would be the ruiner of that shallow fantasy.
But... to be hundreds of miles and moments away from someone. To be alone and removed from the one who you have a real, unrelenting connection with. To know you are singular in that very moment but not unsupported.
Having them somewhere you're not, holding onto your spiritual thread. To achieve real intimate foundation in knowing the body doesn't have to tie you together. That's an ember that, when set to breathe, engulfs you both.
Understanding and feeling comfort that when surrounded by faces and being unknown to them is alright. Since that person who lingers in your mind Is a whisper off your lips and is there in that place you left them.
They've penetrated inside that fortress of caution and self-preservation and they get you. They are there, hidden and carried with you. With their hands cradling and cherishing your heart like the treasure it is.
The enormous responsibility.
To be the keeper of warmth and familiarity and home. Even though being separated from one another you are reminded of what exists between you.
By concentrating and honing in on the weight which lives there. That love and loyalty and equal respected commitment to take care of what the other is given. The total vulnerable surrender of yourself.
That is something worth wanting. That is something to daydream for. That... is what we all crave.