I have always wanted you like that,
from the distance.
Without telling you, without letting you know about it.
I love you in the most discreet way.
Not even your photos realize that I have looked to them;
nor your eyes know that this writing is about you.
I have never pronounced your name,
but my mind reminds it to me in the most subtle way.
I want you like that,
in silence.
Because I feel that if I approach to you,
I will destroy you.
I want you, but not for me.
Ilustration from Henrietta Harris