Mhari beendni Saumya, thari saadgi mein rajsi nazakat hai, aur thari muskaan mein mharo sukoon.
something special is waiting for you
treko pata hai
If you ask me what I love most about you, I’d probably ruin the question by saying “you.” Not one thing. Not one moment. Just the whole beautiful chaos of you.
Timi lai kina maya garchu, pata hai? Kyunki timi mero life ko sabse pyaro hissa hau ekdum mero type ki.
Timi sanga huda na, life ali ramro, ali halka, aur bahut zyada apni si lagcha
તારા મનની સુંદર અફરાતફરી
your brain genuinely fascinates me. The way you’re curious about everything, the way you think, the random directions your mind goes in. I love all of it.
And then there’s the way you talk dirty, completely different level. Even hours with you feel brief. Our conversations are never just conversations, they become the best part of my day.
મારી લાઇફનો મસાલો
You make my days feel full of life. I love being included in your little moments, hearing every random detail, and feeling like I’m truly a part of your world. You sharing your day with me is honestly the best part of mine and you somehow add every flavour to it.
મારી દુનિયાની રોશની
Sometimes I look at you and genuinely think, how is one person allowed to carry this much light? You make ordinary moments feel golden, and somehow even my dullest days start glowing when you’re in them.
“Why not be shamelessly optimistic, darling? The world has mistaken impossible things for miracles before.”
I’ve been thinking about this line way too much because this is literally us.
Like imagine telling eighteen-year-old me that we’d lose each other, become strangers, live whole different lives, and then somehow end up back here talking for hours, sending dumb reels, laughing at the same nonsense, and still knowing when the other person is quiet in a different way.
I would’ve said, yeah right, nice movie plot.
But here we are, Saumya.
And honestly, I’m done acting like hope is cringe. If loving you after all this makes me naive, then cool, I’m naive. If believing there’s still more to our story makes me delusional, then let me be fully delusional. I’d rather be stupidly hopeful about us than act too mature and give up on something that still feels this real.
Maybe what we want is impossible. Maybe life is looking at us like, “seriously, you two again?”
But impossible is just a miracle that hasn’t happened yet.
So yeah, until the universe personally pulls up with proof that I should stop, I’m staying shamelessly optimistic.
About you.
About me.
About us.