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Nakedness




Today I appreciate nakedness only in that I am beginning to believe that this is the true function of love. 

I finally realize the quality in those relationships that end up becoming life long. 

It is nakedness. 

Those men who stay with me for years, they all do the same thing. 

They peel me away, layer by layer. 

They challenge me to look at those false assumptions that I have about my life. 

They challenge me to look beyond my fears. 

They challenge me to make the changes that need to be made, no matter how much I dig my heels in.

They do everything to make my soul lay bare....

before wanting to take my clothes off. 

So, I'm thinking that...love...by its very essence...... is about nakedness;

nakedness of body,

nakedness of mind,

and nakedness of soul. 

If the guy can still stand you once he realizes what and who you are,

if he still loves you despite the scars and despite the flaws...

it must be true love.

That must be why I love my friend so much. 

He sees more to me than I do. 

He is the only person who sees my anxiety attacks, who sees that I am flawed by my fear but still accepts me anyway. 

Sadly, I think I'm doing the same darn thing to him. 

I don't mean to challenge him. 

I just wished he saw that life isn't so bad.  Most people are well meaning.  There is more to him than he realizes. 

It must be a soul mate thing. 

I had someone claim that cynics and mystics are the same kind of people; we're trying to make sense of things in the world.  I'm not sure what he meant by that...but if that is so, it could explain why INFJs always attract INTJs.

I'm a mystic.  He's a cynic. 

Maybe that is why we are so comfortable together. 

It's something to think about. 

Love ya,

S. 

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