Incomplete Stories
“She smiles before looking in the mirror. She goes over and over conversations that will never happen again. She doesn’t know that spring grows jealous when she walks by, that the sun sometimes feels it doesn’t shine quite as brightly as she does, and that shooting stars wish they had even a little of the magic her flirtations carry.”
“Surely the most charming woman has no idea that the floor is what moves when her silhouette appears — even though she’s the one trembling with fear — that she has raised more goosebumps on skin she’s never touched than she knows.”
“That there are stories that feel incomplete for not having been written by her hands, and songs that would die just to hear her sing. She doesn’t know that the world stops when she sighs, and spins more slowly when her hips decide to dance, that she is always the first choice of anyone, that she is light even in the darkest night, that they will always love her whole and not halfway.”
“She hasn’t realized that any man would fight for the chance to spend a moment by her side, to touch her lovely hands, to remind her of her virtues, to inhabit her body and stay to live in the curve of her neck. That she is the first thought of many upon waking, and that she has drawn countless smiles without knowing it. She is tenderness, innocence, and passion all in one.”
“That she has made mistakes — many — and that the tears she has shed are nothing compared to the battles still left for her to win. Surely the most beautiful woman in the world has not the faintest idea that right now, it is she who is reading this.”
CARLOS. 05/01/2020