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Smooth As Silk

Almost all the time, we function together and interact together so smoothly we are seamless. We get each other. We finish each other's sentences. Smooth as silk.

I don't love the moments when we are suddenly out of step with each other. Those are monumental moments. They always are every time. But I have learned that the pain of those moments --which is like giving birth, it is often so difficult--leads us to a new plateau. It never fails. The most monumental and most painful moments between us seem to lead us to even deeper closeness after we process the moment and move forward.

And after each of those instances which are not common but also not non-existent, we have these absolutely blissful weeks of synchronicity and finishing each other's sentences and inside jokes that transcend previous versions of the same.

I love it; I love all of it.  I understand that this is what it feels like to fall in love and become one with the person that you love.

It's been so long since I've actually done such a thing that I think I had forgotten. And the last time it wasn't exactly about love. It was more about surrendering to what was available and tolerating what I had.

Not something I've ever done before in my life, and I will not do that again.

Nope. This time it's so beautiful and quirky and bumpy with feelings... And so real.

Every time I think intimacy couldn't be better it levels up. Our closeness and connectedness just seem to keep improving. I love it. I think it's because I've never been in love with another highly sensitive person (HSP) before.

The whole experience of this relationship is different than any I've ever previously experienced. I love it and it's not easy. I love it and it's a gigantic learning experience because it's as if I am in love with somebody who's really almost my mirror.

He's not though. In very critical ways we are different. But in terms of sensitivity and understanding what it feels like to experience the words of other people when you're an HSP, that I understand. And even I, a fellow HSP, can sometimes say things that he takes differently.

But in my life as a person highly attuned to the nuances of others' words and emotions, I have space for him. I have space for his reactions. And the gift is all the rest of our interactions and the laughter and private jokes that we share.

Falling asleep next to him on the nights that he's here I can't help but think of the same words, "smooth as silk."

Those words define our connection in so many different ways. We sleep, never not touching each other. Constantly asleep with our limbs intertwined and our arms around each other. Smooth as silk. 

We accept the time that life keeps us apart and crave the times we can make room to be together.  Seamlessly.  Smooth as silk.





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