For the girl written into my constellations,
I have spent a lot of quiet nights looking up, baby. Counting things I could not reach, tracing lines between stars I would never touch. It is a strange habit, loving something that far away. But I kept doing it, night after night, because somewhere in all of that distance I started to recognize something familiar.
I found you the way you find a constellation you were never taught. Not all at once. Slowly, and then completely. A laugh on a call that made me lose my train of thought. A voice note that I replayed three times before I even realized I was doing it. The way you say my name when you are sleepy, like it is the last word you want to hold before you let go of the day.
Of everything I have ever looked up at, mi amor, you are the thing I keep coming back to. Not because you are the brightest point in the sky. Because you are the one that feels like home no matter where I am standing.
So here is my observation, logged and recorded and permanent: you are fixed in my sky now. And every map I draw from here starts with you 🥰
I love you ♥️ to the moon and back.
De todas las estrellas, siempre tú.
Your astronomer, always