It doesn’t matter how many seasons still pass us by.
We will pass through them all, like lightning crossing the dark night of our hearts, once lonely.
That’s how love happens.
The true love.
On the thin line of the horizon.
I found you.
And you found me.
Today we are everything we ever idealized.
Because that’s how it happens.
Love is unpredictable.
And life too.
You accepted my faults and my faults.
Kissed my scars.
We managed to shape each other.
Our bodies and our souls.
In the midst of all the turns that life took, we found in each other’s souls, the love that extinguished the flames of the past and made us stay.
Of all the promises we trace on the bodies of those we love, I trace only this one to you.
I promise never to promise you anything.
I will limit myself to living in the present.
As if he were what he really is: a gift.
You arrived a little broken.
Smile, today we give each other the opportunity to fix each other.
Of all that life has taught me, is that unequal pieces complete each other.
I came to you lost.
You welcomed me.
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It comforted me on nights when I cried for emptiness.
I caressed you in the mornings when you smiled at the immensity we reached together.
Broken, and hopeless.
We found each other.
For you, I will continue with my hand outstretched to grab you.
Open arms to love you.
We will inspire those around us.
What if all the letters I write to you are still insufficient.
I write you my love on the walls of the house.
On the walls and in the streets.
On the sidewalks and in the world.
I write your name on my hand.
I will be your second skin.
And the light that will guide you back.
I make you my home.
And they will believe.
True love exists.
Because you exist.
I found myself.
The wait is over.
I know where you come from.
And forgive the delay.
And today, the little – or a lot – time I have left will be yours.
And they will remind us.
Of your.
Leticia.
Letícia Brito
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