And if I loved you one day, small and calm, tiny and light, like the wind that has forgotten its path, wandering through alleys, getting lost in curves, spreading into the river, would your fingers discover my hair, would your hands find my legs beneath my dress, would your voice resist the noise of the trees?

And if I loved you one day, tall and wide, big and bigger, close to the sky, on a wing, against the sun, loose and free in the silent flight of a bird, would your eyes join mine on an unlikely horizon, would your laughter be loud again like a boy’s, would your chest fill with unprecedented happiness?

And if that day never came, would you one day realize that you have from me the wind, the path, the alleys, the curves, the river, the sky, the wing, the sun, the flight, the bird, the unlikely horizon, the laughter, the boy, the happiness waiting to be?

In the quiet moments of my longing, I imagine the gentle touch of your fingers, the warmth of your hands, the melody of your voice. I dream of your eyes meeting mine, your laughter echoing through the air, your chest swelling with joy. And even if that day never comes, I find solace in knowing that you carry with you the essence of my love, the fragments of my heart, the whispers of my soul. For in every breath of wind, in every twist of the path, in every curve of the river, in every flight of the bird, there is a piece of me, waiting to be discovered, cherished, and loved.

© Beatriz Esmer

Dry Pastel Art – Love