it was around 12 am, and it was our aniversary. we had already celebrated all day, gone out on a nice date, got eachother meaningful gifts, flowers, and now we were in bed, just talking about anything and everything

i watched your clean natural face as you talk, watching the way your mouth moves, your voice, your eyes, it was like i couldn’t feel or see or touch anything but you.

it wqs incredible to me how i only had eyes for you, in every way, if we were in a group, my eyes locked onto you, if a thousand people were talking to me, i would listen to you most, in public the longer we were together the more i didnt care. you were mine, everyone can know that, they dont know us

as you finish talking i murmur “Eres hermosa, ¿sabes eso, mami?” i whisper softly not acknowledging a word you said