Passing by Him
Because I love the way you’re in my thoughts.
I imagine you passing close to him in a narrow space — maybe the kitchen, maybe the hallway.
Your shoulder brushing his as you move past, your scent lingering for a second.
Nothing dramatic. Just that unplanned closeness that makes you aware of someone’s presence.
And I’d be right there, watching the way it made you feel without you even saying a word.