The electrifying mystery of a new acquaintance. The distance. The impenetrable wall of flesh. The inquiring look, piercing through your skull, searching for infinity. The unknown. Filled with perfection. The endless possibilities. Flawless. I wish I could meet you every morning.


That night I pressed my forehead onto your shoulder and wondered how come you’re still there. I’ll always be haunted by this fear. Many years from now, I’ll keep stretching my arms through the darkness and feel you, amazed that you’d still be there, that it would not be a dream.