There's magic in the transition
From strangers to friends to
"I can't stop thinking about you"
A tentative "hello," polite, restrained
(Don't-overshare-don't-be-weird)
To glances lingering a little too long
And electricity in accidental brushes
To spilling my soul all over the bedsheets we're entwined in
And gorging on the air you inhabit
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
There's magic in the transition
From strangers to friends to
"I can't stop thinking about you"
A tentative "hello," polite, restrained
(Don't-overshare-don't-be-weird)
To glances lingering a little too long
And electricity in accidental brushes
To spilling my soul all over the bedsheets we're entwined in
And gorging on the air you inhabit
