Beloved,
I follow your toes wherever they go. You may think no one notices, but I do. Every little step you take, I’m there, tracing it, following it, silently shadowing you as you walk. I wonder what your toes must feel like as they press into the ground, carrying you to places only you know. You think you’re alone, but I’m there, following the path you leave with every step, with every shift of your toes. You might think it’s just the ground beneath you, but it’s me, always with you. I feel your toes flexing and releasing as you walk, your foot movements guiding me, pulling me closer. I imagine following them, never leaving your side, walking in time with the rhythm of your steps, feeling the very essence of your soul with every shift of your feet. Your toes are my only direction, my only guide, and I’ll follow them wherever they lead.