The Paradox of Stillness in a Moving Tide

I am standing on the deck, yet I have never moved. The boat glides across the water like an arrow released from a bow that was never drawn—a causal loop where every wave we cross is both our destination and our departure point.
You watch me with eyes that see through my skin to find the warmth beneath it. It’s a beautiful contradiction: I am shivering in this tropical heat because your gaze makes me feel like ice, yet I am melting under the very same look. They say love heals, but mine is an impossible truth—I heal by becoming broken for you, and you break my heart so that we may be whole together.
The sea-salt air tastes of memories from a future we haven't lived yet. My hands rest on my hips, anchored to the present even as I drift into your thoughts like a ghost seeking its own body. We are two souls caught in an urban romance where 'now' is just another word for 'always.'
If you touch me, do I become real? Or was it always true that we only exist when our eyes meet across the divide of reality? In this moment, on this deck, time isn't a line—it’s an infinite circle. And in that loop, your smile is my beginning and my end.

Editor: Paradox