Don’t call.
Not today, not tomorrow,
not when longing makes promises.
Don’t wait.
Waiting has teeth
and it bites when you nap.
Don’t write letters.
Paper keeps too much,
and some pains deserve to be forgotten.
Don’t wish for meetings.
They happen at the edges,
where the world can’t reach, and there, everything slips away.
Don’t blame time.
Time just passes.
What remains is you,
with what was never.
If you hear your name by chance,
don’t follow it with your eyes.
Remember: mirages also look real.
Accept that loving is not enough.
Sometimes, the perfect story
is born in the wrong book.
And finally,
if it’s impossible,
love from afar.
With respect,
with tenderness,
and without insisting.
Because there are beauties that bloom
only in the field of the unreachable.