The Ember

There’s a glow inside me that ignites when I see your name. Your words flow through me, weaving into my veins, becoming a part of who I am. They reach places within me that have been silent for what feels like lifetimes. The touch of your hand sends a surge through my body—a quiet ache that lingers, begging for more. I want to trace the edges of your soul with my fingertips, to whisper soft, sweet things into every corner of you. Your smile, your laugh—they stir something raw and primal inside me, something that craves to be close to you. It whispers, hello again. As if I’ve known you in every lifetime.

The gentle spark of what if sings to me every time we speak. What if, it murmurs. Maybe, it dares.

For now, the butterflies and the what ifs shimmer on my skin like a soft glow, leaving me yearning. A glimpse, a hope, a silent call into the night—it all feels like walking a road I’ve traveled before. I could close my eyes and still feel every dip and curve along the way. There’s something about you that feels familiar, peaceful. And I want more—want to know you, see you, feel everything… more, more, more.

Who are you? Tell me everything. I want your darkness and your light. I want to draw out the stars in you and watch you shine.

Will you let me?