They tell you love is fireworks. A grand gesture. A sky full of light.
I will not love you perfectly. I will forget things. I will be late. I will say the wrong words. un video para mi amor
So here is my promise, recorded in light and shadow: They tell you love is fireworks
Montage of small, sacred things: a half-eaten apple, a tangled pair of headphones, a pillow with a dent in it. sacred things: a half-eaten apple
Do you know what I realized today? That I have memorized the sound of your breathing through a telephone line. That I can close my eyes and reconstruct the exact curve of your shoulder, the way light falls on it at 5:47 PM.
You walking away from the camera, then stopping. Turning back. Smiling slightly.