The feminine desire of the other’s body or soul feels light and entangling, a constant hovering of heavy feelings that obsessively stay with you till you obtain what it is you’re striving for. It feels overwhelming and needy. It’s there at every point of the day, reminding you that you’re somehow connected to this person, remembering that they exist even when they’re not close. The intuitive urgency to get to know the masculine as much as possible drives you, possibly seeming overly committed early on or ‘too available’. The thirst to get to know each part of him, whether physical or emotional is never satisfied at first – one on one connection creates a sense of extreme excitement: a foreshadowing of a strong beginning or an immediate personal fall. A sense of helplessness fills your heart – the distance feels too far apart, yet the meeting in real life seems inevitable, keeping you in the imaginative unknown – a space for moulding, a space for filling in the gaps of his flesh, of his manners.