I Give You These Words

There are dates that strike the heart like ancient bells.
And though time keeps moving and life rushes us forward,
there is one gesture that endures across the years like a bridge:
writing to the ones we love.

Because words are more than ink or sound—
they are memory preserved,
an embrace that does not age,
the most human way of saying:
“I am here with you, even as the world changes.”

Writing leaves a trace that cannot be erased.
It captures what we feel today
so that tomorrow we may reread the heartbeat of this moment.
And on a birthday—
that bright frontier between what has been and what is yet to come—
words become a gift that never breaks,
never wears out,
and always finds a place in the soul of the one who receives them.

So today, Romina, I give you these words.

Happy Birthday, my beloved companion

You turn 39 today, my dear friend and partner in life.
You are the woman I want to spend my days with,
the one who pushes me to be better,
the one who turns the ordinary into something sacred.

You arrived some time ago, a little broken,
and I was broken too.
We walked for years in opposite directions,
until one day, after so much wandering,
our paths recognized each other—
as if destiny had saved that moment
just for us.

Emerson once wrote that life is not chance, but harmony unfolding,
and you arrived at the very moment
when we both needed to be rebuilt.

Whitman dreamed that we are leaves of the same field, growing under the same sun.
And that is what we are: different, yes,
but held by the same light,
the same quiet faith in the perfection of time.

Sometimes I think the universe imagined us long before,
playing with mirrors of possible futures
until it brought us together
when our souls finally learned to look without fear.

Your beauty—the true kind—
does not demand: it illuminates.
It does not insist: it embraces.
It does not pretend: it accompanies.

Happy birthday, my companion.
With you, every battle grows lighter
and life becomes more colorful,
like the mountains that hold the trees
and the sky that shelters our nights.

This is what we are:
a landscape in balance,
a perfect connection.