We talked about everything. Our hobbies, the things we lost, the dreams we kept hidden. He told me about his fear of never being enough. I told him about my fear of being too much. There were no walls here. Just the quiet hum of honesty and the space to let our guards down.
The boat felt like a world of its own, floating gently away from the noise of everything else.
Eventually, the air got cooler. He offered me his jacket and I didn’t say no. I leaned against his shoulder, and we stayed like that in silence again, hearts speaking more than our mouths could.
When it was time to go, he helped me off the boat like I was something precious. We walked slowly back to the hotel, hand in hand, our steps in sync. No rush. No need for more words.
We were all gathered on the floor of the living
