In Quest of Her

So, it finally happened… I saw someone who truly saw me.

Not the physical me but the me on the inside.He stared at me from across the room with curiosity and admiration. His curiosity didn’t make me shrink – I unfolded like a tulip mid-spring.

Instead of undressing me with his eyes he covered me with dignity – I’ve never seen that done before.

My presence was his pleasure and his was my anchor – standing too close wasn’t close enough, I wanted to feel his essence wrap itself around my heart.

His energy yearned for me and I yearned for his but we treaded carefully not out fear but out of care for each other’s heart, we wanted to savor the energetic intimacy like the sweetness of candy that you melt slowly on your tongue, wishing it could last forever.

Our interactions felt effortless, light, fulfilling and gentle. He didn’t have to utter a word. The silence between us wasn’t empty. It was alive  It carried the weight of things we didn’t dare speak yet. Every glance was a conversation, every breath an exchange. It was as if his energy was gently knocking on the door of mine, not to invade, but to be invited in.

I could feel the pull, not in my body, but in my spirit. A soft magnetism that didn’t demand or insist; it just existed. It asked nothing of me, yet offered everything. Being near him felt like standing barefoot on sacred ground. There was no rush, no pressure—just presence.

…And then I woke up.