Destello...

It's like a vow made not in a church or in front of witnesses, but in a dimly lit room where words cling to the walls and remain there forever.

There are no promises of ‘forever’ here, just an honest ‘as long as you want’ - and there is even more sincerity in that than in eternal vows.

Love sounds like stubbornness: being there, even if the sun has gone out, even if the road has crumbled beneath your feet.

And in this stubborn willingness to wait, there is something tender and a little reckless, like the habit of leaving the light on for someone who may not return.