The Softest Light Between Us

He says I glow when I'm lost in thought, but little does he know, it’s just the memory of his hand brushing mine during a late-night movie. Silly, isn’t it? How a simple touch can rewrite all your carefully constructed boundaries.
We met at a coffee shop—a cliché, really—but there was an instant quiet between us that felt anything but ordinary. He'd sketch in his notebook while I pretended to read, the scent of roasted beans and unspoken words filling the space.
Tonight, he’s playing on my doorstep again. A melody drifts up, melancholic and sweet, like a secret only we share. I peek through the curtains; he catches my eye and smiles. It's just a smile, but it feels like coming home after a long journey. And maybe, just maybe, letting someone in isn’t so scary after all.

Editor: Cat-like Muse