arindalee

Amidst the whirlwind of our individual lives, we carved out a pocket of time—a sanctuary where our souls could breathe.

He stepped toward me, arms open wide, and whispered, “Let's recharge. We both need to recharge.” His embrace enveloped me, pulling me closer as if seeking solace in shared warmth.

“Tighter,” he murmured, and I melted into the cocoon of his presence. The world outside faded, leaving only the rhythm of our hearts.

“I'm sorry,” I confessed, my breath mingling with his. “Wait. That disconnection—it's like we're running on low battery. We need to recharge. No more distractions.” His voice, soothing as a lullaby, echoed in my ears.

“Charged up to 20%,” he declared, and our hug tightened. The weight of existence lifted, replaced by the promise of renewal.

“30%,” I whispered, my fingers tracing patterns on his back.

“31%,” he echoed, his heartbeat syncing with mine.

“35%,” I breathed, and the world seemed to pause, caught in the delicate balance of our shared energy.

“35.1%,” he teased, and I laughed—a melody that danced between us.

“Aren't decimal points a bit too much?” I teased back, my eyes meeting his. His gaze held galaxies, and I surrendered to the gravity of our connection.

In that charged moment, we weren't just two souls seeking refuge; we were celestial bodies aligning, drawing strength from each other. As our laughter echoed through the universe, I realized that sometimes, recharging isn't about plugging into an outlet—it's about finding someone who sparks your spirit.