Amor | Un Video Para Mi

Montage of small, sacred things: a half-eaten apple, a tangled pair of headphones, a pillow with a dent in it.

Scared that one day, this video will be the only proof that we existed. Scared that the algorithm will bury us, that the pixels will degrade, that your face will become a blur of ones and zeros. un video para mi amor

Do you know what I realized today? That I have memorized the sound of your breathing through a telephone line. That I can close my eyes and reconstruct the exact curve of your shoulder, the way light falls on it at 5:47 PM. Montage of small, sacred things: a half-eaten apple,

Because love— this love—is not a feeling. It is a verb. A small, stubborn action. Repeated. Again. And again. Do you know what I realized today

Un Video Para Mi Amor Visuals: Grainy, warm light. A window at dusk. Hands holding a coffee cup. Blurred city lights. Laughter from another room. A single flower losing its petals.

I am also scared.