Disruptive art: A Spark in the Dark

It started innocently enough. I was just saying hi, a casual greeting to someone I found unexpectedly cute. He smiled, and for a moment, I felt it—the flutter, the warmth, the faint but unmistakable spark that had been missing for so long. It caught me off guard, how good it felt, how alive I felt.

I didn’t think much of it at first, just a moment that lingered a little longer than it should have. But now, lying here in the stillness of the night, my mind drifts back to him—his eyes, his mouth, the way he moved with a quiet confidence that stirred something deep in me.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way, this restless pull in the pit of my stomach, this heat that refuses to settle. My thoughts, no longer innocent, wander into places I shouldn’t let them go, imagining the things I’d say, the things I’d do, if I had the chance.

The darkness feels heavy with possibility, and my mind, unguarded, lets itself play with the fantasy. A simple "hi" has turned into something more, something I can’t ignore. And I can’t help but wonder—does he feel it too?