Un Video Para Mi Amor -

Soft focus on a map, then your fingers tracing a line between two cities.

You walking away from the camera, then stopping. Turning back. Smiling slightly.

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

"Te veo. Te elijo. Te guardo."

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. Soft focus on a map, then your fingers

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

I am making this video because words, sometimes, forget how to arrive. They leave my mouth as smoke—beautiful, but gone before you can hold them. Smiling slightly

Because love— this love—is not a feeling. It is a verb. A small, stubborn action. Repeated. Again. And again.

So here is my promise, recorded in light and shadow:

But I will stay . I will choose you in the boredom, in the exhaustion, in the Tuesday afternoons that feel like wet cement. I will choose you when your hair is a mess and your temper is short and the world has been unkind.