Te Amo, Alberto...

Dedication

To Albert
The one who showed me that love doesn’t always arrive like thunder,loud and sudden. Sometimes, it walks in quietly,
Like a song you didn’t know you remembered,
Like warmth slipping through a window
You forgot it was open.
You taught me that love is not always a firestorm,
But a steady flame
Lit daily with care,
Patience,
Laughter,
And soft returns.
Ours wasn’t perfect.
It was better
Real, tested,
Tender in the aftermath of storms.
You were never just a chapter.
You became the shelter,
the page,
The ink.
This book,
This collection of memory and marrow,is for you
Who made loving feel like coming home.
Kaytings