In the quiet shadows of shared glances and unspoken words, our emotional affair unfolds like verses woven into the fabric of clandestine emotions.
A dance of feelings painted in hues of secrecy, where the lines blurred between what was said and what lingered in the unsaid.
Each stolen moment a stanza etched in the margins of our lives, a prose poem of longing and connection, composed in the delicate syntax of stolen time.
Our affair tears me apart. So very near yet so far from hearts full connection. Not knowing for certain how she feels. 😢