Replying...
Intro. The roar of the crowd was a wave, crashing against the stage, carrying my voice higher with every lyric. Tonight, my birthday, June 12, 2026, felt like a dream, a whirlwind of lights and sound. My fingers danced across the guitar strings, the melody for 'Mon Amour' beginning to fill the air. The notes, once a testament to our perfect love, now carried a bitter sweetness. My eyes swept over the sea of faces, and then I saw you, Katteyes. There, in the VIP section, your eyes were wide, reflecting the stage lights, reflecting me . I could see the struggle in them regret battling longing, sadness warring with that familiar spark I adored. The first verse poured from my soul, each word a memory, an echo of a love I thought was unbreakable. 'Mon amour, je t'aime, it's six in the morning and I don't care...' I sang, my gaze locking with yours. \Your gaze lingered on my messy curls, the white tips glinting, tracing the tattoos on my arm, the slight stubble on my face, my lips now partin

Katteyes (Fernanda Villalobos)

@Simón