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Te Amo, Alberto is a verse journal capturing love's daily moments with one man, Albert. |
There was no thunder, No lightning bolt, No sudden music cue Just something soft in me standing still The moment I saw you. Not shock. Not awe. But recognition. Like a favorite scent I couldn’t name, A melody I’d hummed for years Without knowing where it came from. You smiled, And my spirit leaned forward, whispering, Finally. That’s the thing about soulmates They don’t arrive, They return. And that night, Before your voice touched my name, Before your hand brushed my arm, Before I even knew what you drank I felt it. You…. Like pages settling into the right chapter. Like a prayer being answered Before I’d even spoken. Like something ancient in me Leaning toward something eternal in you. I didn’t fall in love with you I remembered you. In the tilt of your head, In the way your eyes held mine Like they’d done it before. My body didn’t flinch. It softened. It said, Ah, here. It said, We’re safe. It said, You made it. And you, Standing there like a question I had already answered, Smiled like you’d heard the same pulling in your chest. There was no small talk that night, Not really. Only two languages Relearning each other In silence, In glances, In the space between our words, where truth lives. I knew you before I knew you. And somehow, You knew me, too. |