Te Amo, Alberto...

Author’s Note

Thank you for reaching the end of this journal in verse.
If you made it here, truly, thank you.

This is my first published work, and while it may not meet every literary standard, it carries something I gave without reservation: my whole heart. Every line was born of truth. Every poem was lived before it was written.

This book is for those who’ve questioned whether a love like this could exist—tender, persistent, sacred, stubborn. If it hasn’t found you yet, that doesn’t mean it isn’t real. It only means your story is still unfolding.

It’s also for those who have been mocked, humiliated, or silenced for loving in a way the world tries to label “taboo.” I see you. I honor you.

Let no one tell you your love is unnatural. There is no twisted version of love; there is only love or the absence of it.
And if what you carry is patient, kind, healing, and true, then it is already holy.

This book is for the quiet champions and the loud warriors.
For those who still believe in healthy, intentional love, whether they've found it or are still waiting.
For the allies who make room.
For the ones who’ve been told to dim their light but shine anyway.

Keep the fire burning.
Keep being brave.
Keep believing.
Keep loving out loud, on purpose, without shame.

From my heart to yours, thank you for reading Te Amo, Alberto.
I hope you felt something real.

Kaytings