I love you; I love you

Accidental happiness occurred due to your incoming subtle presence.

Before language had a name for longing, I had already whispered, I love you.

–We were a harmonious blend: a fusion of fittingness and satisfaction

where imperfections find their place.– I said it before I even knew you.

Natural grace or appropriateness in manners were never part of us—

as the art of writing unravels the complexities of the soul; I loved you?

I learned that love reveals its own –nameless– enigmas,

as the protagonist of my poems but not of your life: you.

Every word & every gesture has been engraved in my memory,

like the first lines of a story that I still want to write with you.

How strange it is to know you are next to me, now,

and unaware that everything exists because of you.

We were the antithesis of what is only imaginary. Oh! Let me wonder

if you see me at all or if I am just a shadow in your periphery. Me & You.

In our own language of silence! I will not write to you again,

there being no leftovers to be found in this sweet adjacency of you.

There is no clearer message than love that cannot be written,

but it didn't matter as You made me found felicity; thank you.

The inner reason for love is not governed by logic or causality; we were inéditos.

Perhaps heartbreak may end up being the only thing the person you love can offer you.

And gratitude becomes insufficient, as this is the greatest proof of love—

for it has made you truly free. Where does freedom belong? Who are you?

You gave it your all –no holding back– dove head first into the deep end

for love’s essence, it never fades, it lingers in the shadows haunting me: you.

We were unscripted, It was so delicate (us) at any moment it could’ve broken. I bequeathed

you my heart; it was crystal, you dropped it. Please pull me into the space between me and you.

As Gabriela signs her name beneath what you never answered—

my tears ricochet while you mumble in my ear, softly; ilove you.