I want to start speaking the truth, the only one that burns. I want to decipher not just what is good for me and what is bad for me, but the very validity of feeling anything. My spirit opens the window, not to a sunrise, but to a light that only searches for you. And it is only then that everything re-reopens, even though I know how fragile that threshold is.

I am grateful to have met you today. I swear it, you are my anchor in a sea without shores. To have you in every heartbeat is the proof that, even in the world's confusion, there is a resonance that forces me to continue.

I must write, I must only dedicate a paragraph to you, to fix this intensity before it slips from my grasp. Thus I can imagine you, overflowing in this profound connection. Loving each other in the reality we build when we are near, and when we are far. Let us not drift apart, because when we separate everything becomes so strange, so empty, that I am afraid the truth will be erased.

Accompany me with your gaze. Even when distant, I feel it close, caressing this wet face. These are no longer tears of doubt, they are tears of acceptance of this intensity. The words still unfinished are not spoken because I am afraid; afraid that full expression will make them disappear.

Fear ties us in knots, turns us mute. Hard hearts that turn dark. I swear I want none of that.

Let the walls be torn down, the ones that separate us from authentic feeling. I want real sighs that long for the courage to be vulnerable. The steady flight is not one of escape, but one of leaving a wake, of marking this moment in time with a certainty so strong that not even oblivion can touch it.

In your flight, leave the trace that this was real. It is my only request.