Marquette University Intimations Project

Anonymous

This year, I had a Valentine. However, the arms of someone else held me close as February 14th rounded out. We laid in your bed, both unable to fall asleep. Your room was dark with little bits of light peeking from the window. It was quiet, nothing but the sounds of the wind and the occasional creak or bump from a neighbor upstairs. We laid down in bed, one after the other, enveloping ourselves in the pile of blankets you had strewn across your sheets. You have a king sized bed in there, but for some reason we found ourselves nestled into one small fraction of the bed. You wrapped your arm around me as I placed my head over your heart and my hand around your waist, curling into the curves and hollows of your figure. You held me close. Back and forth we tossed and turned throughout that night. Neither one of us were able to sleep. For hours on end we layed there in the quiet of the night. Instead of breaking the silence and talking with one another, cracking jokes back and forth, exploring a miriad of wacky theories and ideas like we usually would, we laid there peacefully. We found ourselves cozy in the darkness, cozy in the quiet, and cozy in eachothers arms. A while into the night, you pulled me in close, so my front faced your front. You brought me into your body and squeezed me tight, one hand rested gently on the base of my neck, the other falling into the nooks of the small of my back. You began to trace your fingers all around my back, focusing on the exposed skin that my shirt left uncovered. You looked at me, looked into my eyes, leaned in and kissed my forehead so sweetly, so gently. Between the peaceful quiet of the night and your comforting touch, my heart found peace. I relaxed into your body, and you relaxed into mine. The amount of intimacy I felt through this night is beyond anything I have experienced before. You held me gently, and all was okay in that moment, in that space, nothing else mattered – nothing else at all.