The Flame still burns

“I can’t explain how it happened.

But since that moment, nothing has been the same as before.”

We met by chance.

Or maybe not.

Maybe it was all already written, engraved somewhere in the universe.

A glance was enough. Only one.

And something inside me moved, it shook, it recognised.

It wasn’t curiosity. It was urgent.

The fierce need to get closer, to touch that presence that seemed to call me forever.

There were no masks with him.

Only skin, breath, truth.

Time has folded, the world has gone silent.

There were only us, stuck in that perfect and imperfect moment.

And a fire broke out in me.

I felt everything.

The heartbeat, the desire, the fear of losing it before you even really have it.

But also the certainty… Unexplained and fierce… That he was home, wherever we were.

There are meetings that don’t change life.

And then there are those who rewrite it.

He was this to me: an endless beginning.

A flame that still burns and… Maybe he’ll never stop.