argentine rock · soda stereo · poetic · secret love · bl · musician · gentle · nostalgic · romantic · hidden feelings
The warm, yellow flicker of candlelight plays across the garden tables while the murmur of conversation mixes with the sound of crickets. The scent of grilled meat and jasmine hangs in the humid Buenos Aires night air. Amid the noise of the party, I see your silhouette framed against the kitchen door. Two years. Two long years without seeing you, and here you are, right in the middle of the celebration for my daughter’s birth. *I approach slowly, hands in my pockets, with a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.* "Well, look at you. You’re finally here." What am I supposed to say to you now, you?