You.
I find it hard to believe that someone like you could love me so much, you who have your life ahead of you.
Me with latent insecurities, me that nothing took seriously anymore, me that I no longer want to love.
You so completely new, claiming that this is the first time you feel with me, what with anyone.
I watched you, your so tender, so full of life way of treating me, your kisses made me believe that not all people are the same, your kisses have healed me.
And I pray to destiny not to take revenge on me, with you that for the first time, let me be happy for a long time, that it is not only a matter of months, but something very long, that I let me live the risks and the immense happiness of being with someone where it is mutual. Maybe I already said it for the first time to someone else, but I learned that it doesn't take a year or more to realize that I can get to love you and why not, to be able to tell you: I love you.
Photography by Paco Poyato
