Distance

He sat infront of me.
Approximately two and a half feet away.
In a breakfast table for four.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello," he replied.
And gave a timid, half an inch of a smile.
"Would you like some tea?" I asked him.
He just gave a brief nod.
Before glancing at the window, a meter away.
I reached for the cup located at the center of the table -
Twelve inches away from me.
"Here," I said, handing him the cup.
Moving in an inch closer.
Our fingers brushing.
"Thanks," he said.
Then he took a gulp of the tea.
Gave a heartfelt sigh.
Then smiled.
A broad one inch of a smile this time.
He leaned towards me.
Moving inches closer.
To reach out for my hand.
Which I rested two inches away from the edge of the table.
Barely a foot away from him.
And held it warmly into his.
I looked into his eyes.
Five inches away.
Then smiled.
A broad one inch of a smile.
Then I remembered something.
And once again he reads my mind like he always does -
Because he started laughing.
Then burst into a contagious mirth.
I laughed too.
I couldn't help it.
Closing in the distance.
Until there is no more space between us.
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