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The Love We Don't See

by rit1234

The intimacy of being known The intimacy of doing something without being asked The intimacy of doing literally anything with that person Only because it's that person. The intimacy of waking up next to that person The intimacy of being woken up by that person The intimacy of remembering what someone likes The intimacy of remembering what someone dislikes The intimacy of not needing to remember just doing it The intimacy of reciprocating the energy of that person The intimacy of being that energy The intimacy of feeling human with someone The intimacy of making someone else feel human The intimacy of doing something only for that person without them knowing it was you The intimacy of having something done for you without your knowledge of who, when, and how The intimacy of appreciating someone's existence The intimacy of your existence being appreciated The intimacy of being in their presence The intimacy in knowing if one were to explain how they felt they'd only being annoying and everything they said would be pointlessly wasted and feel meaningless to the reciprocant The intimacy in having no ability to stand up for oneself against someone The intimacy of being able to work through PTSD for someone The intimacy of being able to ignore instinct for someone The intimacy in learning oneself with someone The love we don't see, is the most important to me
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Written by
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Published
Oct 10, 2021
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