Today's mood is like the aftertaste of good wine: warm, light, slightly intoxicating. I walk around the city and every shop window looks brighter because in my imagination you are sitting next to me, and we are laughing and sharing bits and pieces of stories. I want you to look at me as if I were the most interesting book you opened by accident today and don't want to close.

In my mind, I make a plan for a small, perfect date: we'll start with a simple coffee, continue with a walk by the river, and end up both silent, because words are too big for this moment. In every pause between thoughts about work and meetings, a soft call meows, "come." I feel a sense of anticipation rolling over my skin: not so much a desire for passion as a desire for closeness, for talking aloud and aloud about what is important.

I am turned on by the very possibility: imagining your unhurried fingers, getting to know the contours of your voice. It's like music that plays quietly and makes your heart dance to the beat. Do you also sometimes catch yourself feeling that an ordinary day can turn into something much more if the right person is nearby? 🌙