What is intimacy? Is it holding hands? Because I can think of far more cool things than some clammy struggle in the name of romance. Google offers no help, by defining intimacy with even more ambiguity: “a close familiarity or friendship” or “a cosy and private or relaxed atmosphere”.
I’m not going to sit here and fill your brain with weak cliches. Heartbreak will hurt more than death. Food will taste like ash. Everything reminds you of them. Love songs suck but they are the only palatable thing to listen to.
I have always been an impulsive person. I don’t do much, but what I do, I do hard and fast. The first time I went to a party, I siphoned vodka off other people without giving away that I had drunk any at all. The first time I went clubbing, I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes until 5am then went to work at 8am. So, while I was a sexually anxious twenty-year old with barely any experience past kissing, I had always expected that once I started having sex, I’d really start.