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“Why are his eyes almost human to me in a way?” I whispered to the dark.
Why did I connect with them more than I had ever with anyone else?
There was a depth there, a knowing,
like they could see the parts of me
I had hidden even from myself.

In their gaze, the world slowed—
every thought, every heartbeat
folded into something older, wilder.
I wanted to reach in,
to touch the rhythm I sensed,
to learn it, to become it.

But the closer I leaned, the more guilt pressed against my ribs.
Desire, yes—but also reverence, fear, awe.
Something that could not be mine
and yet had claimed me entirely.

I sank to the ground, hands on the hay,
and let the fire of longing roll over me,
knowing that sometimes connection
is meant to be felt
and never possessed.