The Softest Shade of Longing

The city breathes a restless energy, doesn’t it? A constant push and pull that mirrors the turmoil within. I used to chase that rhythm, get lost in its frantic pace, but somewhere along the way, all I craved was quiet.
He found me during one of those moments—lost in translation amidst the city's hum. Not literally, though he has a habit of appearing when I least expect him to. A simple café, rain streaking down the windows and his eyes…a gentle warmth that melted the frost I didn’t realize had settled around my heart.
We don’t speak much about the past—the silences are comfortable, filled with an unspoken understanding. Just stolen glances over steaming mugs, a shared smile at some silly observation. It’s in these small gestures, this quiet intimacy, that I find myself unraveling, slowly shedding layers of armor built to protect a heart too weary to fight.
Today he touched my hand briefly as he handed me the sugar. A fleeting connection that sent shivers down my spine and stirred something dormant within. The city’s noise faded away, replaced by the frantic beat of my own pulse. It's unsettling, this vulnerability…and yet, I find myself wanting to linger in this space a little longer.

Editor: Vinyl Record