I’ve had this quiet certainty that you’re taken too. maybe that’s why we keep circling the same doorway, neither of us willing to open it.
we pass each other, exchange glances, a few surface-level words. just enough to feel something, not enough to cross a line. it makes it easier to sleep at night, doesn’t it? to pretend that’s all there is.
but let me be honest. the air is charged. you feel it, I know you do. I know you come back to it. I know it marks your day the way it marks mine.
and I know this because when I look at you, I stand if front of a mirror. mirror of actions held back, of desires felt but not spoken, of clarity we both pretend we don’t have.
it feels… familiar. like something already known. like we’ve stood in this exact moment few or each lifetime before.
so I need you to know, I’m setting my life in order. because if I ever knock on that door, I want to do it with a clear conscience. and I hope, if that moment comes, you’ll meet me there the same way.
and the look you gave me that day… it settled something in me. it turned a question I’d been avoiding into an answer I can no longer ignore.