Really Love

Love here is not like in the movies - no fireworks, but with a heat that slowly penetrates the skin. Everything is a little awkward, on the verge of quarrel and reconciliation, where every “you annoy me” sounds like a confession. The air is thick with jealousy, touches, Spanish words, and half-whispers that are more like breathing than conversation.

The music swirls around like cigarette smoke after an embrace: soft, lazy, with the scent of something forbidden. This is not a perfect story - it is sticky, real, with all the pricks and warm places where pain intertwines with pleasure. Just love, the kind that happens when two people haven't yet learned to be together, but no longer know how to be apart.