“**Dear you,** I don't think I say this enough, but I love you. More than I know how to explain, more than I sometimes know how to show. I miss you when you're not around. I miss your presence, your voice, your little things, even the things that annoy me. And somehow, the funniest part is that when you're actually around, I become dumb enough to get angry at you over the smallest things. Maybe because you're home. **You're mine.** And with you, I don't feel like I have to be careful about every emotion I have. Meri saari nadaani, gussa, care, concern, love, anger, expectations, hopes—sab kuch sirf tumse hai, aur tum tak hi hai. Maybe that's why I can be a little too emotional, a little dramatic, sometimes unreasonable. But I am only like that with you because somewhere inside me, I know you can handle all of me. You get to see the version of me that nobody else gets to see. The childish me. The angry me. The overthinking me. The extra emotional me. The girl who sometimes fights over nothing and then misses you five minutes later. And maybe I'm immature enough to fight with you, but I'm mature enough to sit down and listen to you. To understand you. To try to see things from your side. To care about what's going on inside your head, even when you don't say it. I want you to know that **I am right here.** Next to you. Not just when everything is good, but especially when it isn't. Maybe I can't be your whole world. Maybe I can't solve every problem or make every bad day disappear. And maybe I can't be your "home" in every sense of the word. But I can be **your person**. I can be the one you come to when the world doesn't feel right. The one you can sit with without having to explain everything. The one who will listen, understand, stay, and hold space for you. I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to know that you don't always have to be strong around me. You can be tired. You can be confused. You can have a bad day. You can say nothing at all. **You can just come to me.** And if I ever seem too much, remember that it's only because I love you in a way that makes me feel everything a little more deeply. I don't want a perfect relationship with you. I want *ours*. With our stupid fights, our laughter, our misunderstandings, our making-up, our little moments, our care, our chaos, and all the love in between. So yes, I will probably still get angry at you for silly things. I'll still be dramatic. I'll still overthink. I'll still annoy you. But I'll also keep choosing you. I'll keep listening to you. I'll keep trying to understand you. I'll keep caring for you. I'll keep loving you. Because every version of me somehow finds its way back to you. **And if you ever wonder where you belong, just remember—I'm right here. Maybe I can't be your home, but I can always be the place where you feel at home.** I love you. More than these words can hold. **Always yours. ❤️** ”

Theme: asthetic love

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