us, one memory at a time
Every date here is a sticker in the diary I keep in my head. If I forgot one, it's not that it didn't matter β it's that there are just too many beautiful ones to count.
A little scroll-through of us,
made with love, chai, and far too many cats.
It's your day, pretty girl. The world should really be wrapping itself up in a ribbon and handing itself to you β but since it's busy, I'll try to do it with words and a few cats instead.
Somewhere between a shared corridor in 2022 and this very sentence, you became the softest, loudest, brightest part of my life. You're the reason I look up from my laptop. You're the reason I smile at my phone like an idiot.
yours, always β A β‘
One for every mood, one for every day. I could make a hundred more, easily.
Every date here is a sticker in the diary I keep in my head. If I forgot one, it's not that it didn't matter β it's that there are just too many beautiful ones to count.
Click each candle to blow it out. Then close your eyes, and wish for something huge β I'll do my best to make it happen.
The ring is on its way, Meoww.
I'm working, learning, grinding, and chasing every good thing I can β so that one day soon, I can slide a little circle of diamond onto your finger and finally, officially ask you what my heart already answered in 2022.
Until then: know that every late night I pull, every line of code I ship, every offer I chase β a piece of it is for you. For our home. For our mornings. For our forever.
β yours, building a life for us, one day at a time β‘
We never really proposed. We justβ¦ happened. You and I, tumbling softly into each other without any big speech, without any bended knee β because we didn't need one. Our yes was a thousand small moments, not one big word.
Thank you for being my accidental forever. Thank you for being difficult and soft and impossible and mine. Thank you for every fight we ended with laughter, and every silence we ended with a call.
I want a happy life with you, Bannu. A noisy, messy, ridiculous, cat-filled, coffee-stained, late-night-phone-call, Sunday-morning kind of happy life. With you. Only you.
Happy birthday, my meoww. Eat cake for me. Smile at the ceiling for me. And save the loudest laugh of the day β that one's mine. πΎ