In the reverse of words, on the contrary face of my solitude, I found a love that blossomed in silence. I loved you with the intensity of a thousand moons, caressing each moment of your imperceptible growth, as if it were the flesh of the moon on nocturnal, slightly parted lips.

I loved you without knowing it. Each day was an incessant search, a constant quest for you, even without knowing where you were. I invented you in every dream, in every sigh, loving you in absence, loving you in the hope of one day finding you. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer