(foto: Maria Flores)

You think love is simple. You think the heart is like a diagram. But love is not simple and hearts aren’t diagrams. Hearts aren’t simple too. My heart is not simple. It’s in fact a very complex and complicated muscle in which I rely on to make every little decision that needs to be made. And this time he took eight months to decide. Eight, long months to notice what was right in front of him. Eight, long, not always perfect months to realize it’s you he wants inside his tight, red walls. And you were so patient, so cautious. Now, he never wants you to leave. Now, he’s so attached to you that he only rests when you’re sleeping inside him. Now, he longs for you in every beat. And you ask: Have you ever seen a human heart? It’s like a fist wrapped in blood. No, it’s a poem wrapped in strings and you’re the words.

(Parabéns meu amor.)