by Roots
Certain types of love dwell solely in the darkness. Daniel and Miriam exchange secretive looks, subtle movements, and experiences too delicate for the sun’s light. They refrain from uttering the phrases that could give them clarity, never stepping into a realm that might solidify their love. However, each unexpressed emotion sculpts their beings, and every brief meeting etches an impression on their lives.
I recognized the shape of her smile without knowing her name. She became familiar with my schedule, my habits, and my careful avoidance of any profound discussions. We navigated around each other like two planets in near orbit, conscious that even the slightest miscalculation could shatter the delicate gravity keeping us connected. I nearly found my voice one evening. We were perched on the rooftop, the city lights twinkling far beneath us, vast and unfeeling.
