WishingAustin Hardy moves like sunlight filtering through a ..

Wishing

Austin Hardy moves like sunlight filtering through a thick grove of southern pines steady, natural, and captivating. That rich southern accent of his is more than just a voice; it’s a melody of deep rooted calm and unshakable presence, a sound formed only by the raw beauty of the American South. Every word he speaks carries the weight of still waters, and his silence holds the kind of mystery that makes you want to lean in closer, waiting for the next phrase.

He loves the sunlight, basking in it like it’s his own personal lifeline, and he loves me, too. The combination of the two, his warmth and the golden rays that kiss his skin are irresistible. When the two of us meet, the sunlight becomes a witness to our connection, lighting every curve and motion, framing him like an eternal masterpiece. I would often undress him under those golden beams, letting the light pour over him as if the sun itself wanted a share of his radiance. In those moments, we became more than just bodies; we were constellations twined together, finding infinity in fleeting seconds.

Austin has a free spirit, though, a shooting star of a man. Just when you think you’ve captured him, he’s gone again, off to illuminate another corner of the world. His comings and goings are a testament to his untamed essence. He’s never fully there, but his absence only makes the times he is all the more profound. He’s the wish you didn’t know you needed until you found yourself staring at the night sky, hoping for his return.

But the magic of Austin is that he always knows when to show up when life feels too heavy, when the darkness seems too vast. He appears, a quiet force of nature, grounding and uplifting all at once. And when he’s here, when his body folds into mine and his voice hums softly in my ear, the world seems to hold its breath. He teaches me that love doesn’t need to be constant to be everlasting. Sometimes, it’s the spaces in between, the nights spent eagerly watching the stars, that define the depth of the connection.

With Austin, there’s no ownership, only presence. I don’t ask for more than he can give because I know he’s giving me all that he is in those fleeting moments. I don’t need permanence when he leaves me with something more profound his light, his love, and the promise of his return. So here I am, eyes fixed on the night sky, knowing that every shooting star carries a piece of him, and with each one, my wish for his next arrival is already on its way.