I Love You The Way You Love Dark Things, Secretly
I love your danger, your sadness, each crevice of your soul and spirit. I love the way you look at me, caress me, kiss me. I know that in each one of your smiles there is a whole word of possibilities, which I’m learning to spy through your lashes.
I love you secretly, in an impossible spirit between reason and the heart. If my heart says I love you, my reason will deny it forever, but my heartbeats won’t allow me to forget what I feel. Because I can’t forget the emotion that arises when I look at you.
And that secret is mine or both of ours, but we know it exists without uttering a single word, without giving it away. It is guarded by the dreams that reside under my pillow, which each night whisper into my ears.
“Love is born out of the sudden wish to make something temporary permanent.”