I never expected him to enter my life, not like that. But he did. He was the tide that kissed the shore gently, only to pull everything under. It began with long conversations. Each word pulled me deeper. Curiosity unraveled into longing, and longing into something I couldn’t name, but felt everywhere. And before I knew it, I wasn’t just attached to him, I was building a future in my head around him.

He said all the right things. He looked at me like he saw more than skin, like he was reading scripture inked across my soul. There was a hunger in his eyes, not just for my body, but for every memory, every scar, every secret I tried to bury. Being with him felt like setting fire to the quiet parts of myself, our intimacy was less like touch and more like combustion, like two storms colliding in the dark. He gave me the attention I didn’t know I was starving for. And I gave him the most tender parts of me, without hesitation.

This was the kind of connection that comes once in a lifetime, even if it’s not meant to last. Even if it almost destroys you.