Turn up the volume on my stereo, let our voices fill the space, because even from a distance, your laughter touches me before the embrace. Turn off the light, just for a second, come closer to the screen, to the world where our fears live—and dance—but your gaze insists on hope. You fell asleep without telling me the good things about your day… and I remained silent, lacking the courage to tell you that what matters most in this empty life is just letting it happen… always. Let it happen. Our love feels like a rehearsal, for a film no one dared to write, but if all fear is real, what is more real than wanting? You make me want everything new, even with a chest full of scars. If loving is confrontation, may we be peace in the end of what I no longer wanted. Because I invent you in every detail, in every plan for tomorrow, like someone building a refuge in the palm of a hand. I won't lose you. Not this time. Not out of fear, not out of doubt, not out of pain. Let's let it happen… anyway. With fear. With love.