💕 Infinito Amore
When loving someone feels like holding infinity in your hands
📖 Behind the Story
I’ve noticed something about love: the people who give it most freely are often the ones who feel they deserve it least.
Not the loud, toxic kind of unworthiness. The quiet kind—the person who wakes up every day still surprised someone chose them.
This piece came from Anees’ song “Slip,” especially that line: “I’m unworthy of your treasure / But I’m working under this pressure / To keep you here forever.”
I kept thinking about how self-worth shows up in my own relationships. How intimacy isn’t always passion—sometimes it’s just waking up next to someone and choosing them again.
The whole story takes place in bed at different times. Morning. Night. Anniversary morning ten years later. I wanted to show how a whole life can exist in these small moments we don’t photograph. The ones that are just ours.
“Infinito Amore” plays with the paradox at the heart of this story—he wants all the minutes, knows forever won’t be enough, yet still feels unworthy.
How do you hold infinity when you don’t believe you deserve it?
There’s also something about saying it in Italian that grounds the story for me. It makes the love feel timeless, bigger than just these two people.
The repetition of “I don’t deserve this” mirrors those intrusive thoughts that loop in our heads. But here’s what matters—she never validates those thoughts. She doesn’t argue or try to convince him.
She just keeps choosing him.
That’s what love does when words aren’t enough.
I used physical details throughout—fingers in hair, lips on chest. We feel things in our bodies, not just our minds. Sometimes what our bodies say matters more than words.
The way she fits against him. The weight of her head on his chest. His fingers tangled in her hair like he’s trying to hold her there forever.
Then comes the reveal: this isn’t new love uncertainty. This is a decade of waking up afraid.
That’s the real ache.
We carry our wounds into our joy. Love doesn’t always heal us—sometimes it just teaches us to live with the ache differently. To hold infinity even when we don’t believe we deserve it.
To wake up afraid and choose to stay anyway.
💭 A Question for You
What do you hold that you’re still learning to believe you deserve?
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