I will not love you perfectly. I will forget things. I will be late. I will say the wrong words.
Montage of small, sacred things: a half-eaten apple, a tangled pair of headphones, a pillow with a dent in it. un video para mi amor
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 will not love you perfectly
I am making this video because love, when it is real, is not a photograph. It is a roll of film still being developed. It is the half-second between the flash and the image appearing. It is the waiting . I will say the wrong words
They tell you love is fireworks. A grand gesture. A sky full of light.
(I see you. I choose you. I keep you.)
You walking away from the camera, then stopping. Turning back. Smiling slightly.