I miss my mom.

I was thinking about how we confuse intimacy with sexuality earlier today.  Just one of those random things that pops into your head and your mind chases it with no logic behind the decision.  And I realized that intimacy is the purest display of love we can show to one another.  Intimacy is the feelings of closeness and trust so deep, that we all ourselves to fully relax in their presence.  The more you relax, the more you feel safe and secure.  That you can let go of everything and know that the person will be there to watch out for you.  The more you let go with someone, the more intimate you are. 

And that led me to think about what relationships we might have where we feel that safe and secure.  The only person I could think was a mother.  And then I was sitting here crying and missing my mom.  Feeling terrible that I will (likely) never feel that way with anyone ever again and feeling lucky that I remember feeling that way at any point in my life.  At least I have the memories.