The space between us was already collapsing
Some encounters aren’t new. They’re inevitable. Before the first touch, the pull had already begun.
Our first date wasn’t even a date.
A work call I placed opened up an invitation to join him for dinner at a table of ten.
The man I fucked that night wasn’t a stranger.
My space had already marked him.
And my space had already marked me.
The space between us was already collapsing.
Years before we ever kissed —
he walked into my space.
Sharp suit. Sharper mouth.
Arrogant. Demanding. Alive.
I didn’t melt.
I didn’t swoon.
I filed it away — somewhere under irritation and interest.
Then years later —
another meeting.
Another city.
Another collision that wasn’t a collision.
Different roles.
Different lives.
But the field was the same.
Already stretched taut between us.
Already humming with something we hadn’t named.
The first time he took me out —
it wasn’t love at first sight.
It was recognition at first impact.
The moment was always mine
By the time I took him inside me —
by the time my hips made him spill —
I wasn’t letting a stranger in.
I was completing a pull that started long before.
And our first date hasn’t ended since.
He didn’t chase me.
I didn’t seduce him.
The field wove us — and waited until we caught up.
That’s how real bonds happen
Not from pick-up lines.
Not from first dates.
Not from apps and bios and curated smiles.
Real bonds start in the body —
long before the mind grants permission.
Real bonds start with a click in the spine,
a tightening in the gut,
a pulse you can’t explain.
If you’ve felt it, you know.
And if you haven’t —
you’ll keep looking for it in places it doesn’t live.
I never left
When I say I never left after fucking him on our first date —
I mean the bond was already there.
Waiting.
Twenty years.
Three daughters.
And building a business together.
I never left his side because he was mine — and I was his —
long before I ever undressed.
When you meet someone like that —
you don’t build the bridge.
You don’t beg for it.
You don’t construct it.
You just cross.
Into what was already waiting for you.
Some bonds don’t begin when bodies meet — they complete what the space already started.