There are paths only we two know

I stood there in the sunlight, on the edge between the cool touch of the stones and the hot air, when I felt your presence. You didn’t need to speak; the weight of your gaze was enough, brushing against my shoulder just like the silk of the white shirt slipping down. This moment wasn’t about arriving, but about waiting, about that stifled vibration born when we both know: the next step is already the beginning of a different story. Let’s keep playing this silent game where words would only spoil the view. Right now, I still control the distance, but in the corner of my smile lies the answer you’ve been searching for.