Walking In
Because I love the way you’re in my thoughts.
I keep picturing the moment you’d walk into a room and find me there with someone else.
Not in the middle of anything — just waiting for you.
The air would change instantly.
You’d read it in my face before I said a word.
And I’d watch the way you’d look between us, already knowing something was about to happen.
It’s that first beat that excites me — the shift in your body, the way your breath changes before anything has even started.