I've learned to love you secretly.
In the cold dark night.
Breathing in flawless memories.
Your hands.
Your smile.
Your secrets on my ear.
I love you secretly.
I love you deeply.
Love your voice and your arms.
I love you, honestly.
Love how you look next to me.
Love your apologizes, and men's nights.
I love those nights, entirely.
'Cause, in that way, I realized you prefer me.
With scars and tears.
With insecurities and happy moments.
Oh, I love you.
I'd say it a thousand times.
Even more...
For you.
For your pleasure.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Donde los Escritores van.
Romance¿Para quién escribimos los que no sabemos a dónde ir? ¿Nos leen? ¿Qué pasa sí nunca lo hacen? A veces hay que tener miedo. Pero, ¿a quién le escribo si no es a mí? Foto por Ana Gabriela Zárate Rábago. Instagram: @anagabriela_zr
