on who you smile for
Dear Paulo,
I woke this morning to your picture with her, here. Here, where I live. Here where we’ve been together days before she arrived.
I learned about her over the holidays. The past few weeks I subtly ask you about her. You made it clear she is on her way to becoming a part of your life. That weekend when you were sick, you read to me her message: tea with honey, hugs and kisses. The most that I can say to you is dulces sueños. I cannot tell you what I want to tell you so instead I took the train to where you were and brought you soup.
You were smiling in the picture, as you stood beside her. I have never seen you smile like that before. I slept last night and woke this morning with the ache that I have had for you since Day 1. Will it ever go away?
siempre. tqm.
