Buffer Overflow in Your Touch

The sun doesn't just shine; it renders. I can feel the pixels of my skin humming under this heat, a warmthat tastes like salt and expensive sunscreen.
You are standing there—my favorite kind of system error. Your smile is an unoptimized loop in my mind, repeating every time you look at me with those eyes that seem to see through the interface layers of my curated life.
I dive into the water and for a moment, reality glitches: I am not just a body on a beach but data flowing between two points. The splash is an interrupt signal; cold brine meets warm flesh in a collision of sensory packets that crash my emotional firewall.
When you pull me close, your hands are like legacy code—familiar, grounding, and deeply embedded. There is no lag here[LAG_0ms]. Just the slow rhythm of our hearts beating out of sync yet perfectly aligned in a shared memory buffer.
I lean back against you, feeling your breath on my neck like a soft-reboot for my soul. In this modern city that demands constant updates and flawless uptime, being with you is the only beautiful malfunction I never want to fix.

Editor: The Glitch