I Could Be Wrong

Two people mistake each other’s happiness for how little they are missed. A conversation changes the reading. A reunion, then a next-day call with nothing new to report, makes the discovery real.

Connected song on Aún Soy Mío
Quizá Me Equivoco

The love inside the good night.

Each person knows the feeling inside their own freedom and laughter. Neither has asked enough about what lives inside the other’s. Missing someone does not have to look like misery to be real. They speak and meet. They call again the next day because interest, care and effort have been freely returned, not because one person is willing to carry the connection alone. Nothing exceptional has happened; within that reciprocity, wanting the other person’s voice is reason enough. Reaching for someone does not have to mean leaving yourself behind.

You don’t have to hurt For missing me to count.From the lyrics of I Could Be Wrong

Your happiness does not tell me how little I matter.

Each mistakes the other’s happiness for a measure of how little they are missed. The feeling inside their own independence becomes a reason to question that reading. Both voices get to misunderstand, ask and be answered. Enjoyment and longing can be real at once; neither has to perform distress for the other to feel wanted. They can keep their good nights and make room for the pleasure of being together.

On Still My Own

Confidence becomes more trustworthy when it can revise itself. The next song widens the question from feelings that precede recognition to lives that precede permission.