{I} is for Intimacy

This winter has craved too much intimacy. It’s been a long drawn one and has over extended its stay, even though it is April already.

Cara and Jonathan met last year at a friend’s Halloween party. It wasn’t love at first sight. Cara was known as the “Mighty Prude” in the Yale circles. Some even went on to call her “Frigid Cara”. Cara preferred her books over socializing. She barely had any bandwidth for the opposite sex. No, she wasn’t gay. She was more of a loner who found comfort in her own company.

When Jonathan asked her out, she somehow did not have the heart to say no as he seemed to be the kindest among the bunch of rowdy grads she had met at the party. He was amicable, cheery and happily helped the hostess around. When Cara dropped her wine flute, he had volunteered to clear up the shards before it hurt her or anyone else. Jonathan evoked a sense of security and goodness. He was not flirtatious or persuasive like the other boys she had encountered in the past.

Cara and Jonathan loved horror. Their first date was nail-biting; they watched Stephen King’s “It’ and thereafter engaged in a casual conversation over a sub. In the following days, they spent endless evening bonding over mocha and quiches. They visited the theatres often. On some lazy days they sat reading for hours at the library.  On weekends they would go for long walks, or to the local concerts.

When they were not together, Jonathan would write long letters to Cara that he would post through snail mail. That made Cara all giddy and weak in the knees.

Cara and Jonathan were in an intimate relationship, but one that lacked physical intimacy, except for a peck here and there, and some really warm hugs. Cara believed with understanding and love came intimacy. Not that they didn’t have these aspects coursing through the very foundation of their relationship. Just that Cara needed more time to get to that space, and Jonathan respected her views on the same.

The emotional intimacy Cara and Jonathan shared was enough to transcend many barriers.

On a lazy Saturday afternoon a hail storm came pelting at Cara’s door. It was the perfect excuse to whip up a creamy, hot chocolate and curl up on the chaise with her book. As she sipped from the comforting warmth of her mug and devoured her book, she noticed the rain had receded.  Suddenly the doorbell rang and Jonathan was standing at Cara’s door with an arm load of daisies and her favourite box of Lindt.

“It isn’t Valentine’s Day today, Jon, is it?”

” Nopes, baby, it’s Valentine’s Day everyday in “our” part of the universe.”

Jonathan drew Cara closer and slowly kissed the nape of her neck.

 

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My theme for this year’s Blogging from A-Z Challenge is April Anecdotes. These are twenty-six compelling tales of some real people, and some not so real people. These tales will be surreal, peppered with a dose of non-fiction, but some might just be a figment of my over active imagination. You can read my theme here.

You can read my previous posts from #AtoZChallenge2018 here:

A is for Anachronism or Misplaced in Time?

B is for Burden or Unburden?

C is for Control

D is for Destiny’s Child

E is for Enchantment