Sacred Space



You kept fiddling with your coffee cup. Across the table, your eyes darting everywhere but at me. And the air between us thrummed with unspoken tension. I've known you forever, but only now did I truly see you.

The mask of composure slipped. The untamed fear that made my breath catch in my throat. You, the one who always seemed to hold the reins, were suddenly a colt startled by a sudden storm. I longed to intertwine our fingers and reassure you that it was alright to feel this way. For my own heart was racing just as fast.

And the current swift that courses through my veins with every brush. Your hand was so warm in mine, baby. All the fear melted away in that instant. It was just you and me, two souls trembling on the precipice of something undeniably real.

Next, you whispered words that made my soul unclench and stir. Lost in your gaze in this sacred space. You smiled. The kind that reached your eyes. Icy grip finally blighted just then. Sparks. That's all I can describe it as. Sparks flying everywhere.

The rest of the evening unfolded like a delicate dance. You opened your heart to me, and I unfurled my petals.

You pulled your jacket tighter around me as the rain turned to a soft drizzle. Holding your hand was like coming home. A home I never knew I was missing. I'm feeling utterly blessed. All this time I thought love was a dangerous game. But now, since you're with me, maybe I could finally learn to love again.

Under the grey skies, this will be a memory to hold.

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