Waiting for the space to collapse.

The space around me buzzed with the kind of stillness that holds too much. I waited, eyes fixed on a point in the distance, wondering if they would appear as I had imagined or if time had reshaped them into something unrecognizable. It wasn’t just their face I longed for—it was the feeling of familiarity, the quiet promise that even after all these years, we could still find our way back to each other.

Enjoy the reverie.