Intimacy is having someone to hold during cold nights, dark times and special moments.

Intimacy is building memories together, experience by experience, creating a "we" that outsiders unspokenly sense.

Intimacy is sharing a life path with it joys, sorrows, tragedies, people, places, goals, triumphs, and losses.

Intimacy is bolstering a wounded psyche, gently deflating an overblown ego, giving tenderness to ease pain, soothing jagged nerves, and understanding what others don’t.

Intimacy is experiencing the deep healing and affirmation of sex imbedded in a cushion of mutual love, caring and admiration.

Intimacy is knowing and drinking deeply of our lover’s gifts, talents, and beauty, especially those that others can’t see.

Intimacy is the sharing of views and of sometimes voicing outlandish ideas, safe in the harbor of a caring relationship, away from derision and loss of standing.

But most importantly – intimacy is the slow, careful, mutual peeling away of the layers of our being, revealing the core, the essence of ourselves, a center that can’t be found alone.

Date unknown – probably late 1970’s early 1980’s