sometimes i catch myself daydreaming about them again. the w..
Added 2025-07-10 10:47:57 +0000 UTCsometimes i catch myself daydreaming about them again. the way they look at each other, like they have a whole secret language. i wonder what it would feel like to be folded into that—into their rhythm, their warmth, their trust. not just touched, but included. not just watched, but wanted by both.she’s soft-spoken, always smiling when she passes me in the hallway. he’s quiet too, but his eyes linger just a little longer than they should. i’m not sure if they know the way they make me feel—like i’m standing on the edge of something i shouldn’t want this much.but i do. i want their closeness. their attention. to be theirs for one slow, perfect night.
