Fascination.
I don't know exactly when it started. There is never a date for these things. We met years ago, at a time when neither of us was looking for anything. I least of all. We agreed. That was all. Same places, same times, the same way of sitting in silence without feeling uncomfortable. We never cross a clear line. We never made promises. We never explained ourselves too much. And even so, something was staying. It wasn't love. Love demands a future. Not this. It was rather a habit of the soul. A presence that becomes necessary without asking permission. Like an old song that you don't choose, but you always recognize when it plays. Then came the distance. Life, as always. Each one went their own way without drama or big goodbyes. We do not leave unfinished business. And yet... nothing was completely closed. Time passed. More than it should. And when I thought I was never going to see her again, I saw her again.
About Fascination.
I don't know exactly when it started. There is never a date for these things. We met years ago, at a time when neither of us was looking for anything. I least of all. We agreed. That was all. Same places, same times, the same way of sitting in silence without feeling uncomfortable. We never cross a clear line. We never made promises. We never ...Read more