she offered herself on the stairs, then built the exit in the same breath:
"i can give myself to you here. we just won't speak after."
not a threat. a shield. she already knew how it ends — taken, then dropped.
i said "okay." and stood in five minutes of full spring sun feeling not desire but relief —
the door i wouldn't have to walk through.
we were doing the same thing, both of us.
building the way out before either of us went in.
she threw my flowers in a bin the next day. "no offense. the flowers go."
she was right to. i had already left before she did.
If a father bathes his children, both laugh. If a son bathes his father, both cry.
🎥 A Separation, one of the greatest films ever made in Iranian cinema
I met a woman I want with all my heart.
And yet I know we probably won’t be together.
Some people enter your life not as a future,
but as a light you didn’t know you still had.