But maybe that’s the point. Maybe the most radical thing we can do is to record each other. To say: You mattered. You were here. I saw you.

I am making this video because love, when it is real, is not a photograph. It is a roll of film still being developed. It is the half-second between the flash and the image appearing. It is the waiting .

Darkness. Then a single candle. The flame flickers violently, then steadies.

In this video, I want to give you the things I never say out loud:

Un Video Para Mi Amor Visuals: Grainy, warm light. A window at dusk. Hands holding a coffee cup. Blurred city lights. Laughter from another room. A single flower losing its petals.