🌫️Aeteut(애틋); Almost Touched, Never Held

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You touched the sleeve
but never the hand.
The air between us
was velvet and ache,
soft with the absence
of what could have been—
a breath that stayed
on the edge of being taken.

🌫️Aeteut(애틋)1

There was a moment, brief and trembling, when I looked at you, and the world paused. Not from love, but from the almost. Your presence filled the room like a scent that fades before you name it. I didn’t want more. I just wanted to stay in that softness— the unsaid, the unheld, the maybe. That’s what made it beautiful. That’s what made it ache.