There
are moments between people that I’ll witness – a hand held, a furtive caress, a shared look– and I’ll wonder what that is. Sometimes I feel I’ll always be
an outsider looking in, a voyeur to a closeness that I’ll never understand, a
spectator to intimacy that is so genuine it is palpable, so real it is
incapable of being trivialized. Any affection that I have ever felt for anyone so
far in my life seems pallid and petty in comparison.
Have you ever felt this way?
I feel that way more often than I would have liked. I feel so dissociate from others most of the time on that deep, intimate level. I'm glad I'm not the only one who've felt this. hehehe.
ReplyDeletei just look on with regret. because i used to have that but i threw it away.
ReplyDeleteI do. And then I wonder why nobody else around can see those things.
ReplyDeleteI used to feel that way, until I fell in love myself. And then I feel happy for those fools for what can be the greatest times of their lives.
ReplyDeleteFunny thing for me is I experienced it firsthand before I noticed it in other people so I understood. That doesn't make me less of a voyeur though. I have seen - and watched - intimacy in places where the sun don't shine.
ReplyDeleteI love the Portishead song.