The space between us doesn’t belong to me.
It doesn’t belong to you either.

It’s something we create together—
a place where the edges blur,
where your truth and mine
press against each other
until something else begins to form.

I feel it as much as you do—
the stillness,
the pull,
the sharpness of being fully present.

It’s not my job to guide you through it.
It’s my job to meet you here,
to hold the space steady
until it shows us what it’s meant to become.