Random continous thoughts this year.
I think growing up I believed intimacy was sexual in nature. I have always been a highly sexual person, and in many of my relationships, sexual intimacy was always emphasized. But looking back, little else really exemplified strong connections to those people. The other night we were laying in bed, and I was almost asleep. Dean's hand all of sudden clasped my hand, which was laying on my chest, and he fell asleep there, holding my hand. I have been exhausted the last few weeks finishing my nursing degree. There were nights when Dean would come home excited to tell me about his day, and I would be sitting on the couch, twenty or more pages into a clinical paper, unable to see my partner. I could physically see him, but I wasn't present the way he deserved. Some people might have been angered, frustrated with the lack of emotional or physical correspondence that typically takes place in passing with their partner. But Dean understood. This wasn't just my journey. It may have
