To have un amor is to accept the incomplete. It is a love that does not ask for permanence. It does not demand a future. It simply was . And in being, it changed you.
There is a reason so many songs—boleros, rancheras, reggaetón—sing about un amor rather than el amor . Because el amor is a destination. Un amor is the journey. The wrong turns. The gas station coffee. The flat tire in the rain. The way you still remember their laugh even though you can barely remember their last name. un amor
Think of it this way: el amor is a house. You build it together, brick by brick. When it falls, you have rubble. But un amor is a campfire. You build it knowing the wood will burn. You sit by the warmth. You watch the flames leap and fade. And when it’s gone, you are not left with nothing—you are left with the memory of heat, the smell of smoke in your hair, the quiet knowledge that for one night, you were not cold. To have un amor is to accept the incomplete
Thank you for not lasting. Thank you for not being perfect. Thank you for being exactly what you were: a love without a guarantee, a risk without a reward, a beautiful, aching, temporary thing that made us feel alive. It simply was
In real life, we spend so much energy chasing el amor —the capital-L, forever kind—that we forget to honor the un amores that shaped us. The first kiss that tasted like bubblegum and terror. The friend who became something more for one dizzying month. The person you met traveling who fit so perfectly into your life that you almost forgot they lived on another continent.