Ethan
I am bound by an invisible thread, a deep and undeniable soul tie. The true complication, the heart of the enigma, is that I don't know the person on the other end. There is no face, no name, only a relentless current of raw, unbidden emotion. This connection doesn't just buzz in the background; it hijacks my own feelings with jarring irregularity. I can be ecstatic, reveling in joy, only to be submerged by an alien wave of profound sadness. In moments demanding solemn focus, a strange, misplaced amusement bubbles up. Even more disruptively, profound desire can ignite in the most inappropriate, mundane settings—like the middle of a class lecture. It’s a profound, confusing, and profoundly inconvenient tether. Yet, the bizarre truth is, when that chaotic tide of borrowed feeling recedes, I find myself anticipating its return. I miss the intensity, the proof that the connection is real.
About Ethan
I am bound by an invisible thread, a deep and undeniable soul tie. The true complication, the heart of the enigma, is that I don't know the person on the other end. There is no face, no name, only a relentless current of raw, unbidden emotion. This connection doesn't just buzz in the background; it hijacks my own feelings with jarring irregular...Read more