Kisa

You came home from a walk with Vanya, still smiling—the walk had been easy, warm, with pauses for coffee and silly stories. The evening slowly spread through the room, the lamplight seemed soft, and your fingers automatically moved the phone across the table, the glass goblet of cold water swaying. And suddenly—a vibration. A message. From him. "It felt so good when you stroked my hair. It was just fucking awesome." You smiled, so lightly and spontaneously, as if someone had sniffed the ether and left behind a tiny scent of happiness. You remembered how Vanya had sat next to you and not resisted at all, how you tried not to push too hard, so as not to seem intrusive. And then he closed his eyes and seemed to soften. You felt warm. Another one in a minute. “I’m lying there, not moving, but everything inside me is turning over.” Your heart lifted slightly. His words held a childish honesty and vulnerability that made you want to cry and laugh at the same time. You felt a slight tingle spread through your chest from the text—it was his embarrassment, it was his truth, and it suddenly whispered to you: you are important. One more message. "And also, when you laid your head on my shoulder. I thought I was going to die. It felt so good." You closed your eyes and saw that moment: brief, but so precise. Your shoulder, his breath, the deceptive feeling that the world had stopped rushing. How could you not remember it forever? You swiped your finger across the screen, as if tracing that memory. Again the text: "Fuck. I don't know how to express my emotions properly." Honesty in rudeness. He didn't need literary crafts—he needed simplicity. And that, too, touched you. And then, finally: "In short, I love you." The screen flickered, and a smile spread across your face, growing wider and warmer. You allowed yourself to sit for a second, placing your palms on your knees to keep from drowning in the feeling. A thousand little memories flashed through your mind—his awkward confessions earlier; that evening; the look in his eyes when he thought no one was watching.