Andrés Tomas Latorre

Their conversations remained superficial throughout the evening, but their feelings grew like a summer daisy. After each moment, they wanted to be closer, but neither was courageous enough to change the subject.

Your touch is / clear, transparent, mine / I know one of us will be wise / but maybe, no / not maybe, no such thing, sadly / we’re stubborn, enriched / in delectable chaos / and pity 

If only you would stop / Just for a minute, / To try and get a glimpse / Of something beyond yourselves 

Picture! Take a picture / We’ll forget, but we can’t forget / We fight for the memory but lose every moment.

I don’t want to be alone when I realize that all my hard work was done for nothing. Because one day, I will be nothing, and my memories will be forgotten in the chasm of space and time.

Something or anything? / No. Everything. / Yes, everything with you. / Maddie — vida mia.

They had been dating for a little more than a year when their separation began. Outside of their sporadic meet-ups, they would talk on FaceTime almost every night. But their nightly calls soon became dull.

I’m lonely and infatuated. / With you, and only you.

"I want her to text me. I want her to call me; I just want to know she’s thinking of me."

She’s not mine for the taking, but can’t I just imagine? / Would she care? / I think she wants me to want her — it pleases her. / And I want to please her, so I will.