In between

Sometimes two souls stand back to back. Not because they turn away, but because the space between them is too precious to disturb with words.

It is a quiet place, this in-between. Not a place of decisions, but of recognition. Here, the unspoken lives, resting in glances, dwelling in gestures. The boundary is not made of stone, but of respect. And that is why it’s felt so clearly.

Neither one crosses it. Not out of fear, but out of reverence. Knowing that what exists between them can only survive if left untouched.

Closeness doesn’t always need form. Sometimes it’s an echo - soft, but deep. They are aware of each other. They hear without words. And everything that could be said remains protected by silence.

It is not a place for certainty.

But perhaps, it is one for truth.