**Private Film Series **
We were playing almost in silence, just the sound of the ball and a few short words

And at some point I caught his view
Not long… but too attentive

I served, he returned, stepped closer to the net and for a second we were way too close

Close enough for me to feel his breath and somehow I lost my rhythm

He didn’t say anything just gave a slight smile, like he understood

And the strange part is after that, every rally didn’t feel like a game anymore

It felt like something else

And I still wonder did I imagine it or did he feel it too? 😏
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