Ephemeral Glow

The sunlight, fractured by the blinds, felt like a memory – warm on my skin, fleeting.
He always found me in these pockets of light. Said it suited me. I used to chase shadows.
There's a quiet understanding that settles between us when we don’t speak, a comfortable weight in shared silences. It wasn't grand gestures or sweeping declarations; it was the way he remembered my coffee order, how his hand brushed mine as he passed something over, the small things.
I wonder if he feels it too – this electric current humming beneath ordinary touches, these unspoken questions lingering in the air. A fragile thing, a spark... easily extinguished.
But I find myself wanting to believe that some connections are meant to be lingered upon, savored like the last rays of a setting sun.

Editor: Hologram Dreamer