us in another universe.
had to translate this one as well!
i always send you videos on social media with the caption “us in another universe”. even though, in the vast majority of cases, the “us” is spelled incorrectly (it reads: “ussss”), the feeling remains—and, frankly, to hell with the mesoclises, the grave accents and the suppression of phonetic phenomena such as heightening. i really, really love you.
i really want to see what you see, to see the world through your eyes. i want to dig a hole in your heart just so i can rest my head; i want to have it in full. i want to crawl into your touch, your embrace. entwine myself in the spaces between your fingers and feel your soft affection every day, all day. i want to witness this life alongside you, see the miracles and mysteries of nature reveal themselves and form our ontology.
i always send you videos on the most varied social networks with the caption “us in another universe”: my love for you overflows our timeline. otters swimming side by side, small stuffed animals whose color palettes match each other. my love for you overflows our universe. cannot be encapsulated in a text, much less a galaxy. i cannot, even through the distant bucolic horizon of the semantic fields referring to passion, encompass what i feel for you. by doing it this way, it seems understated to me.
i prefer, then, to write dozens, hundreds, thousands of texts that talk about the microcosms that, together, contemplate (even if only a fraction) my love for you. i will write about otters. i will write about pigeons scratching the ground for breadcrumbs together. i will write about writing, i will write about its limited ability to express this emotion.
i've seen great loves, but none as much as ours. a parenthesis: it seems narcissistic and egocentric to me to say that our love is the greatest of all that exists. and it is certainly a manifestation of our own reflection in the water of a lake. however, this doesn't distress me—i know that the lake is in our garden, i know that my reflection is accompanied by yours. i look at the waves in the water. i hear you calling me from afar, your voice warms my existence. i can feel the sun caress my skin, but nothing compares to the tips of your fingers drawing hearts on my face.
it's a pleasure to be crazy about you. it is a gift to be able to watch the lake of our love overflow its natural limits. it is a gift from the universe (ours and everyone else's) to read its score and sing its melodies. i know you, i see you: the poetic reciprocal is also true. i love you.
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