I feel like we’re locked in an orbit around each other. Where the distance between us ebbs and flows. Where we experience these close, intimate moments as well as these painful, confusing distances. but I feel the orbit shrinking, contracting while we inch closer to an imminent collision that I can only imagine would be an explosion of bliss and leave a lot of wreckage in its wake. It’s dizzying and intoxicating.
I see the glances you shoot me while I’m talking to other people. You must see through all the pretenses i use to come see you. And i think we both have noticed the increased intimacy in our conversations; how we’ve been sharing more of ourselves, bit by bit, while still keeping our sarcastic jokes. When we’re talking it’s like no one else is there. I‘m pretty sure other people have noticed. In fact, I kind of expected you to tone it down and distance yourself. But i also had plans to do that. But talking to you is the happiest part of my week. I just can’t resist it.
and I have a suspicion that you may feel the same.