Some days, writing feels like living between two worlds. In one, I’m grounded. I’m answering emails, working through tasks, keeping things in order, showing up for what real life requires. In the other, I’m lost in scenes that breathe fire into my skin. The kind of moments that make me ache, remember, and crave all over again. Writing about intimacy has always asked something from me. It opens me. It pulls on memories I thought were healed and on desires I thought I could man