Andrés Latorre

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. 

"Still, I’m afraid to forget you. I dread the day when I will forget these feelings — the day when I meet another girl and pursue her and not you. The day when I’ll sit down and realize that, when you pass by my mind, I don’t feel anything at all."

At least make our love a sound that creates music. / That creates a feeling, a feeling similar to mine. / With that music, that sound, that feeling, please read me. 

"A joke given by life will always be funny; therefore, those who don’t laugh at it are either too proud or too stupid."

this is the fire that poets speak about / that romantics write about, singers sing about, artists paint about, bohemians explore / the fire, the burn that I feel for you.

I am growing / and so are you / at least we know this one thing.