I love the idea of intimacy. That closeness that is shared with another person that is both irreplaceable and indescribable. We know it when we feel it, but to define it or to describe it… that is a different story.
Ever see the couple at dinner in a restaurant that eats in silence? Most people I know feel badly for the couple – I never want to be like that. Does intimacy have to be talkative or noisy? Can intimacy be that couple, eating in silence; sharing that silence?
We all have different ideas as to what intimacy entails. Is it holding hands while walking, or snuggling at the end of a long day, or candle lit dinners over a wonderful meal, or even a comfortable silence in the car or at the table.
I am not sure that I can define intimacy. It might depend on the person with whom I share it. I am not sure that a blanket definition can be used. I have enjoyed intimate moments while sitting over Chinese food and enjoying a nice conversation. But then there are those times when he and I work silently together but on different things. Intimacy can be shared moments of creating just as they can be an emotional exchange or one of a more physical nature.
For me, intimacy always involves love and trust. It evolves and grows just as it accepts the growth and evolution of my partner and me.