There was a snowstorm here last week, one that closed roads and made travel difficult. I worked late that night, and stayed in a hotel for safety. Partner came, and stayed with me.
It was an odd evening, in that for a large part of it we did not really interact. He played guitar and watched hockey, I played a puzzle game on my phone. We chatted, but did not particularly flirt. We existed as friends would, simply enjoying the peace of the moment together.
I was aware of him, but not focused on him. I didn't really exist for him until he didn't exist for me. As sudden as a thought, I felt him near me; felt his breath on my neck and his fingers tangled in my hair. He spoke, I couldn't hear him.
This is what falling feels like. I'm hanging by a thread; not willing to succumb.