Limerence

Posted on by Reena Saxena

Each bank watches the other with a quiet ache, held apart by the river they both cradle.

Trees lean inward, shadows stretching like questions across the current. Their roots whisper through the soil, tracing the same longing.

It isn’t love—they’ve never touched—but something more tender and less passionate than love: limerence. They imagine that the earth might shift some day and collapse into an embrace. For now, they remain—silent reflections, breathing the same sky, trembling with the same hope—that the river might one day forget its purpose.

Weekend Writing Prompt #421

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