Attraction was surface-level. Depth scared them off

They were drawn by something beautiful. A spark, delicate but undeniable. The kind that makes everything feel light. At first, it seemed enough. Just shared smiles, quiet connection. There was no need for more.

But beneath the surface, something stirred. A quiet fear, hidden but real. It wasn’t loud, just present. The idea of vulnerability felt threatening. Opening up seemed too risky. Staying on the edge felt safer.

They lingered in that place. The known, the comfortable. It was easy, no risk. But still, something was missing. A deeper truth, unsaid. Something they couldn’t reach. So they stayed just out of reach.

As time passed, distance grew. Not loudly, just subtly. They stayed close but didn’t connect. Intimacy called, but they hesitated. Every hesitation took something away. A quiet drift grew.

Eventually, they parted. Not in anger. Not with words, but sadness. The closeness they could have had. The deeper love left behind. It became a lingering ache. A “what might have been.”

A silent farewell to something real. The intimacy they never allowed. What was lost, now only a memory. A quiet goodbye to what could have been.