I’ve reblogged this a million times but I just now realized that the girl was the one proposing
this is now even cuter to me
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Intimacy
[from a guy’s perspective]
Sure we don’t get to physically see one another often, but her voice compensates for the loss. Although we’re not physically in contact, it’s almost as if her voice becomes tangible, it’s soft and strangely addicting to the ear.
Every night, I’m slothing around my room just talking to her over the phone. Sometimes I’ll lay in my bed listening to her tell me stories, and sometimes I end up on the floor— but you know, when you’re carelessly talking to someone like her, the carpet suddenly has the capability to be just as comfortable as a bed.
I get her in my bed almost every night, just being intimate— nonono, not like that. Just pillow talk. Intimacy isn’t necessarily always physical, and I think people forget that sometimes. People also forget that constantly talking isn’t necessarily communication. So when she tells me about her day, I listen because I’m interested. Her day isn’t dressed in sexy lingerie, it’s just a day like any other day, and I’m interested even when the line goes silent and she’s fast asleep. People have to share these moments, because that’s what intimacy is: sharing.
So when she tells me a joke, and our laughter overlaps, the emotion we share is as intimate as it gets. We’re in contact, yet not in contact at all. It’s as if the coarseness of my voice, and the sweetness of hers just clash to compose some sort of harmony. Our bodies aren’t overlapping, but our laughter was intertwining us into something intimate, an entanglement between us that is too difficult unravel. I guess you can say she touched my heart with her voice. The voice equivalent to her touch.. It’s almost like I can feel it. It’s soft and strangely addicting. Nearly tangible. It’s intimacy..](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm1vejfR3S1qzl3mso1_500.jpg)
Intimacy
[from a guy’s perspective]
Sure we don’t get to physically see one another often, but her voice compensates for the loss. Although we’re not physically in contact, it’s almost as if her voice becomes tangible, it’s soft and strangely addicting to the ear.
Every night, I’m slothing around my room just talking to her over the phone. Sometimes I’ll lay in my bed listening to her tell me stories, and sometimes I end up on the floor— but you know, when you’re carelessly talking to someone like her, the carpet suddenly has the capability to be just as comfortable as a bed.
I get her in my bed almost every night, just being intimate— nonono, not like that. Just pillow talk. Intimacy isn’t necessarily always physical, and I think people forget that sometimes. People also forget that constantly talking isn’t necessarily communication. So when she tells me about her day, I listen because I’m interested. Her day isn’t dressed in sexy lingerie, it’s just a day like any other day, and I’m interested even when the line goes silent and she’s fast asleep. People have to share these moments, because that’s what intimacy is: sharing.
So when she tells me a joke, and our laughter overlaps, the emotion we share is as intimate as it gets. We’re in contact, yet not in contact at all. It’s as if the coarseness of my voice, and the sweetness of hers just clash to compose some sort of harmony. Our bodies aren’t overlapping, but our laughter was intertwining us into something intimate, an entanglement between us that is too difficult unravel. I guess you can say she touched my heart with her voice. The voice equivalent to her touch.. It’s almost like I can feel it. It’s soft and strangely addicting. Nearly tangible. It’s intimacy..
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you spelled “always” wrong
LOLOLLOL ^
they could be from another country and aren’t very good at english so why don’t you leave them alone because you never know.
Fa real. Let’s see your grammatically correct 7k post, chump.
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