Welcome

The past three months with you have felt like the first three days—a whirlwind of emotions, laughter, and shared secrets. You occupy my mind in a way only you can. These couple of months, i have come to know a love that is so deep, so steady and ever so comforting. Truth be told, your love consumes me. The point of this write-up is to try and paint with words the profundity of my love for you. I might try, stagger and stumble in the process but I'd be damned if i dont give this the old college try.

I am thankful to you for this little life you have given me, One day I'm dreaming, the next, my dreams have become reality thanks to you. You, my love, are the melody that lingers long after the music fades.
In your beautiful almond eyes, I’ve discovered constellations—each time they blink, they reveal a universe of possibilities. Our conversations are like symphonies, composed of whispered dreams and unspoken fears. I love the way a smile forms on your face, when i say something hilarious, your eyes widen and your lips curl into the most hauntingly beautiful smile i have ever seen. I love our shared comfortable silences, in those quiet moments, when words fail, our souls converse. We’ve built a sanctuary within each other babe—a place where vulnerability is cherished, and love blooms like wildflowers after rain.
I need you like i need air in my lungs, you are essential to me and i do not want to live without you. I could thank you for loving me, but instead i want to thank you for showing me that i deserve to be loved. And i could thank you for fixing me, but instead i want to thank you for showing me that i was never broken. They say the internet is forever and its written in ink, i can't carve your name on mount Everest, at least not yet. But i want to ask you to make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my Girlfriend so that there are no doubts, no holdbacks and no limits on my love for you.

Two years ago, I asked you something. It was one of the few moments in my life that I chose vulnerability completely on purpose, not an accident, no slow drift in. I just asked. And you said yes. I think about that more than you know.

What I didn't realize then is that the asking was only the beginning of the choosing. Every single day since, quietly and without ceremony, we've both chosen this again. Through moods and distance and hard weeks and ordinary Tuesdays, we kept choosing. That's not one decision. That's thousands of tiny ones. And I'm grateful for every one of them.

I've loved you in every season now. I've loved the version of you from two years ago, and the one from last month, and the one you're becoming right now. You're not the same person I asked,  and neither am I, and somehow that makes this feel like more than one love story. It feels like several, all sewn together.

We've built something that has never existed before. A private world with its own language, its own rhythms, its own strange and specific joys. Nobody else has exactly this. We built it brick by brick.

I know that two years is also enough time to see each other clearly, not just the good parts, but the full picture. And I want you to know, I've seen it, and I'm still here, still choosing, still sure. Comfort isn't the absence of a spark. It's what happens when someone has seen you without the performance and stayed anyway. That's what we have. That's rarer than it sounds.

Our relationship doesn't really live in the big moments, It lives in the ordinary ones. The Tuesday evenings. The way we handle a bad mood. The small, unremarkable moments that nobody else sees. Two years of those is an enormous amount of real life, shared.

I don't say this enough, and I want to say it now, specifically and unhurriedly: I am a different person because of you. Better, I think. The kind of better that runs too deep to fully measure. And I'm so glad it was you I asked. Thank you my love

With everything I have —  Fred