🌿 Revisit #1 — Me Tarzan, Me Clueless:
When “Good” Isn’t Good Enough Anymore
Every couple reaches a point where “good” becomes a trap.
Stable. Predictable. Peaceful… on the surface.
But underneath?
A quiet erosion:
tiny unmet needs, tiny missed moments, tiny hurts that don’t bleed but bruise.
Tarzan didn’t see it happening.
Jane felt all of it.
This revisit isn’t about dragging either of them through emotional mud.
It’s about naming the real things neither one had words for yet —
and showing how intimacy might’ve survived if communication hadn’t gone silent.
🌿 What Tarzan Was Really Feeling
Tarzan wasn’t indifferent — he was unaware.
Not stupid. Not selfish. Just emotionally undereducated.
He believed:
“No fighting = We’re good.”
“No complaints = She’s fine.”
“No breakdowns = Everything’s working.”
But beneath that simple logic was a deeper truth he never admitted:
He feared failing her.
He feared asking the wrong questions.
He feared discovering she was unhappy and not knowing how to fix it.
So he stayed in neutral.
Safe.
Comfortable.
A little numb.
Not because he didn’t care —
but because he didn’t know how to step into the deeper waters without drowning.
🌿 What Jane Was Really Feeling
Jane wasn’t angry — she was lonely.
Not unloved — just unseen.
She carried the emotional weight of the relationship,
but she carried it quietly because she didn’t want to be a burden.
She wanted to be pursued again.
Not with fireworks or fairy tales —
just with intentionality.
She wanted him to look at her the way he used to.
She wanted to feel chosen, not assumed.
She wanted to feel important, not just included.
The ache wasn’t dramatic.
It was subtle…
and constant…
and deeply human.
🌿 Where the Communication Clogged
They confused peace with connection.
They mistook silence for satisfaction.
They believed nothing wrong meant everything right.
They didn’t understand that intimacy doesn’t die loudly —
it dies from consistent emotional malnutrition.
Tarzan didn’t know she needed more.
Jane didn’t know how to say it without sounding ungrateful.
So they both swallowed words that should’ve been spoken.
And every swallow stole a little bit of intimacy.
🌿 How It Could Have Gone Differently
Not with therapy-level monologues.
Not with fireworks or grand gestures.
Just with simple brave honesty:
What Tarzan could have said:
“I don’t always know what you need…
but I want to understand.
Tell me — not because you’re unhappy,
but because I want to love you better.”
What Jane could have said:
“I miss feeling connected.
I miss being seen.
I’m not criticizing you —
I’m trying to get back to us.”
What they both needed:
Weekly check-ins with no blame
Small gestures that say “you matter”
Eye contact that lasts longer than a passing glance
Appreciation spoken out loud
Curiosity rather than assumption
Nothing dramatic.
Just consistent tenderness.
The kind that builds intimacy instead of starving it.
🌿 Series 3 Intimacy Insight
Intimacy doesn’t crumble from one big mistake.
It slowly evaporates when two people stop reaching for each other’s hearts.
Connection takes intention.
Intimacy takes truth.
And silence is the slowest poison of all.
🌴 Jungle Laugh:
“They say opposites attract. That explains why Jane packed a map and Tarzan still can’t find his shoes”
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