It started with words.
Small sparks in the secret blue glow of midnight.
Messages that lingered longer
than either of us intended.

Your laughter found me
through pixels, swipes and silence.
And somehow a stranger
learned the rhythm of my body and soul.

We flirted like fire
careful at first.
Then reckless enough to forget
that distance would not protect us.

Photographs shared that felt so real,
Conversations laced with intimacy
Each message left my pulse racing,
Each goodbye harder than the last.

You became the thought that waited for me
when I found a place and time to be alone,
Or when I should have been dreaming
of the life I’d already chosen.

The cruelest part of all?

Not the wanting.
Not the temptation.
Not even the secret.

It was the way
you stopped
feeling like
a fantasy
and started feeling
more like home.

My heart reached for you
while the gold band
on my finger whispered
of vows spoken before our time.

I stood between two truths:
the one I promised,
and the one I should never have found.

Every farewell
became a battle
between what I longed to say
and what I had to.

Because this beautiful
dangerous thing
growing between us
could never bloom.

So I ignored my feelings,
buried them, beneath duty,
beneath guilt, beneath the life
I chose long ago.

Yet somewhere, behind every smile,
beyond every ordinary day,
there remains a quiet corner
where your name still echoes.

A reminder that some affairs
never truly become physical,
yet can still leave the deepest scars
which you can never truly forget.

And sometimes
the greatest act of love
is not holding on…

No! I can’t let go, won’t let go.
I’d rather let it stay
Between the Screen and the Ring.