Letters to no one
XX
09/25/21 6:16 PM
to ANDRÉ
You’re close.
Way too close.
The soft brush of your fingertips against my skin, the hushed rhythms of your breath as you walk past, the small, almost minuscule, movements of your lips when you’re amused — I can feel every little thing.
And just as how you as a whole mesmerize me, those tiny almost insignificant details about you was what I liked the most.
You are close.
But why does it feel like every time I reach for you, you just seem to slip away even further? Do I repel you?
André sat on top of a monoblock chair outside their café the very next morning, just staring blankly on his phone. He once again received another email from the same person but didn’t even bother answering his question from the reply he sent the night of
