To: Him
The room is completely quiet tonight, but my mind is a crowded space. Every time I close my eyes, the memory of you takes over, pulling me back to the sharp intensity of your gaze and the way the air always shifted the moment you stepped just a little too close to me. It is a slow, burning kind of distraction—the kind that makes it impossible to focus on anything else.
I find myself sitting here retracing the smallest details in the dark. I can still hear the low, heavy vibration of your voice when you spoke, and I can still feel the phantom warmth of your skin when you were standing just inches away from mine. It's a steamy, lingering presence that sits heavy under this roof tonight, making the air feel so much warmer than it actually is.
I am tired of fighting the thoughts, so I am finally just leaning into the feeling. I'm letting the sheer passion of your memory wrap around me in the quiet, left wondering if you have any real idea how completely you dominate my mind the second the rest of the world goes completely silent.
Still thinking of you,
Seraphina
