Do You Catch Your Breath When I Look at You?
There are certain glances that don’t belong to the world.
They linger, uninvited, in the fragile space between two souls who know they should never cross the line.
When our eyes meet, it feels like the air forgets how to exist. My lungs stumble, my pulse betrays me, and for a fleeting second the universe seems smaller—just us, staring too long, pretending we don’t notice.
But we do.
We notice everything. We count every second and make meaning to the smallest gesture.
The curve of a smile that was never meant to be defined other than a virtue. The weight of silence that carries more words than we are allowed to speak. The soft gravity that pulls us closer, even when reason keeps us apart.
And isn’t it strange? That sometimes the most powerful connections are the ones bound by impossibility. That knowing we can never step beyond this shared-sentiment makes every stolen glance taste like forbidden poetry.
So, we laugh. We talk. We keep it safe. We let the world believe it’s simple. And in the quiet, we guard a truth too delicate to name:
We are prayers already whispered into different hands.
Maybe that’s why it hurts beautifully—because we know.
We know that this story has no room to grow. That all it can be is a memory we keep folded in the secret corners of ourselves.
And yet, sometimes, when I catch you looking—
I wonder.
Do you catch your breath too?
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I'm turning 37 today and the world has turned into a more beautiful place with you as my safe space.
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