You know… when I was standing there in the light, I could feel you watching. Not just looking, but really seeing me. And I don’t know… something shifted.
It wasn’t sudden, not like a spark. It was slow, like your gaze tracing every line, every curve, and me realizing I wanted you to see it all, to feel it all with me.
I think… maybe we’re falling, but not like in the movies. Falling in little moments, in the way we breathe, the way you hold the camera, the way I let myself be seen. It’s terrifying. And thrilling. And I can’t stop thinking about it.