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To my love,

 To my love,


So long; I’ve waited so long to see you again. 

It could’ve been anywhere, and it wouldn’t matter 

so long as I was with you again:

with my heart held close 

in my hands hugged around you. 


I don’t know where today might lead us, 

after restless seasons of loving from afar. 

A restless heartbeat, hoping to reconnect with you. 

Every moment until now, I realize, 

was spent trying to get back to you. 


All of these other people–who aren’t you–

they make me feel so alone.  

It’s been so long that I’ve felt so alone 

surrounded by actors, and having to act, too. 


My love, I’ve missed you so much. 

I lay down, and I can’t help myself 

but to hug myself to sleep 

because my love isn’t there to comfort me. 


Ma chérie, je t’aime très fort.  

Mon amour, je t’étrange. 

Tu es l’unique pour moi. 


Pensé en ti cada día que te falte. 

Pensé en morir sin verte.  

Cante todas las canciones, 

bendiciéndole que tú me podrías escuchar 

desde donde andabas, lejos de mí. 

Eres la única para mí.

 

Qué tanto que te quiero, mi amor; 

mon amour; 

my love. 


Without you, 

I can’t be whole. 

I know life’s been cruel to you, 

but, to me, you are my life

and I couldn’t live mine 

without yours; 

your whole life

is my whole life, 

my love. 


As an ode 

to the girl I love most, 

Ulises Vargas


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