STOP.
Step back and don't cross the margin between us.
That's what I wanted to tell you.
But NO.
I wouldn't dare ask you something you didn't even start.
How were you able to do that?
How were you able to inch closer without even moving?
Is it your eyes?
Your smile?
Or perhaps the sound you make when you laugh?
How can you reach me without actually reaching out?
Is it your tan skin?
Probably your silence?
Or is it just me?