Mi Amor: Un Video Para

(I see you. I choose you. I keep you.)

That when you laugh, I feel my ribs loosen. That when you are sad, I want to build a fortress around your silence. That I have become a student of your small devastations and your tiny joys.

I am also scared.

"Te veo. Te elijo. Te guardo."

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