And it wasn’t by chance.
Not out of lack.
Not out of habit.
It was because it was you.
And no one else.

I chose you when you moved like a wild colt—
agile, fast, like you flew through the world unaware,
with that overflowing strength that asked for no permission
and left me speechless.
I watched you move, and I didn’t know if I wanted to catch up…
or simply watch.

And I chose you again when time made you more of a man.
more composed, more clear.
When you no longer ran like before,
but shone differently.
You became a mature son.
Less impulse, more meaning.
A light that doesn't burn but stays.

You were steady presence.
a knowing that had learned of duties and pauses—
And still, you were you.
Wiser. Fuller.

I also chose you for your scent.
masculine, deep, like sandalwood.
That unforgettable aroma,
that seemed to rise from your very skin,
making me want to breathe you in closer,
as if by holding you I could soak you in,
fill myself with what you were…
and stay there a little longer.

Being with you made the ordinary feel extraordinary.
Simple things —a quiet conversation, watching you work,
a moment of silence, a shared glance—
had a different glow when you were near.
There was a soft peace, a quiet joy,
as if the world became more livable just because you lived in it too.

Even a lunch made by your hands—those simple flavors,
your measuring without rules but with care—
held something special.
It was food, but also a gesture, a home.
And I stayed there,
wanting to stay more.

I chose you because you made me laugh, think, question, and learn.
Because we could speak of things that mattered…
and even if it wasn’t always easy,
You tried to understand.

And sometimes, you didn’t even have to be near.
Just seeing you for a moment,
hearing a word from your voice,
or getting a simple message from you…
Everything changed.
Problems melted without explanation.
The world turned rose-colored.
and the day—no matter how gray—grew lighter,
as if your presence—even from afar—
could switch the light on in everything.

I chose you for what you inspired in me without even knowing.
There were moments when you were nervous.
when things didn’t go as you’d hoped,
and a shadow of shame crossed your face.
But that didn’t push me away…
It overflowed me with tenderness.
I wanted to hold you, cover you with calm,
tell you without words that you were okay,
that I loved you as you were, with all of it.

And sometimes, that tenderness—so pure, so deep—
shifted without warning.
Like a flame rising from a small ember,
My body also responded.
It wasn’t just tenderness. It was desire that knew how to wait.
A wish to reach not only your soul…
but also your skin.

My desire for you was complete and secret.
It lived in my skin, in my breath,
in the urge to hold you longer than what’s allowed.
In the way I imagined staying with you,
lying on your chest,
while your hands touched me
as if they knew exactly where emotion was born.

You made me feel so much.
it hurt a little…
like beautiful things hurt
when they are too true.

I longed for you in silence.
with tenderness and with fire.
I wanted to undress your soul…
and your body too.
To hold you without restraint,
kiss your doubts,
Undo your calm.

I loved you that way, too.
From the physical.
From the most human place.
From where love also burns.

I chose you because, without trying,
You inspired me to be better.
Because you were you:
simple and complex,
strong and sensitive.
With a voice that, when it spoke with truth,
could still make me fall in love.

I chose you for the way you looked at me.
for the bridges you built with your words,
for the honest game of getting to know each other.
For how you cared for what you didn’t know how to say.

And yes…
I chose you then.
and if I could choose again,
I’d still choose you.
Not because I idealize you.
Not because there is no other path.
But because even now,
with all I know,
with all we lived,
with all that no longer is…
You’re still you.