V for Vulnerability

I allow myself to feel so vulnerable in the moments of intimacy when I'm laying next to someone and holding them. I listen to their heart. I can feel my breath rebound of their skin back at me. I run my nose along the side of the neck and relish the subtle changes in body position until I'm looking in their eyes.

But what I see is usually someone staring to find out what it is that I'm thinking. The truth is that I'm thinking that this moment is pure and permanent. Then my eyes get big as I let that thought settle. I pull away and smile or laugh. A kiss ensues.

I've been here three years and the healing has happened. I feel this sense to move on. But to where? And to what?

And to who if not myself?