Te Amo, Alberto...

We Didn’t Need to Say a Word

There are moments when the soul speaks
louder than the mouth ever could
When eyes hold entire histories
And fingertips confess what the tongue won’t dare to.
That night,
We didn’t need to say a word.
You looked at me,
And everything in me fell still.
It wasn’t lust.
It wasn’t flirtation.
It was that soft surrender
That only comes when the heart recognizes home.

I leaned into you
Before I even realized it.
You smiled, and the noise around us fell away just like that.
Your shoulder brushed mine
And I felt it in my spine.
That subtle, electric knowing
That something had begun.
You didn’t ask if I was okay.
You didn’t ask if I wanted to leave.
But you moved closer, slowly,
Like you were giving me space to run
But hoping I wouldn’t.
And I didn’t.

I stayed.
I leaned.
I listened
Not to your words,
But the way you breathed
When I stood beside you.
Our bodies had a language,
Ancient and unlearned.
A lean, a laugh,
The way your knee touched mine under the table
Those were the first sentences.
And then you kissed me
Without warning,
Without permission,
But not without meaning.

It wasn’t wild.
It wasn’t desperate.
It was deliberate.
Like your mouth was finishing a sentence
We both began long before we arrived in that room.
And to this day,
When the world is too loud
And nothing makes sense
I return to that kiss.
Not for the thrill,
But for the truth.
Because in that moment,
You told me everything without saying a word.