magnetic pull

His presence was intoxicating before I even knew him. It was a captivating attraction and magnetic pull at first sight.

Shoulders shaped like unexpected warmth, a small smile that promised a hidden sense of humour, and eyes like gravity.

I was throwing myself over an edge, into the air, before he said a word. And then I was suspended there, dancing on cloud cover, alone with a daydream.

At first I got drunk off his existence, but then I sipped it, savoured it. There is something addictive about loving someone you can never have. Something humbling about holding the little moments with both hands, pressing them to your lips, breathing them in.

I wanted you, wished for your attention, cradled your words. This isn’t a love story, just something similar. Something close. Something almost as good.