Fingers interlocked.
Moving in lockstep.
Gripping safety.

A feeling as foreign as the Maserati I once drove; a past love.

A new chance.
Emotional glitches.
New kisses.

Soulful ones I hadn’t allowed myself to experience in seven years.

Fear intrudes.
Reality frightens me.
Intensity rises through my pores.

“You’re okay,” he says.

Am I?

Our eyes lock.

“You’re okay,” he repeats, his voice steady.

My brain wants to believe him, but my body no longer knows how to trust a man’s words.

So, what happens now?

Do I reach for safety…
or release his hand before it has the chance to hurt me?

Will he walk away because this is just…
because I am just…
more than he signed up for?

Loneliness feels safer than a broken heart.

© Jay Blessed

Fear of Intimacy: Fingers Interlocked.| On Intimacy, Vulnerability, Emotional Safety,  & Trust