I’m sitting in my bed, reading all the journal entries I ever wrote about you, when a familiar melody drifts into my window. “No,” I think, “That can’t be the song I think it is.” But it is. Of course. What other song would it be? Soy un idiota te perdi, pero te amo. I recognized […]
He has two different ways to say my name. One in spanish, and one in english. Both are beautiful. I never knew that my name could be beautiful.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexity or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close […]
A Dream in My Eyes 