Esha,
We’ve laughed. We’ve grown. We’ve built something I never knew I needed.
There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you—not because I don’t already know the answer, but because some questions are too beautiful to ask only once. If I could go back to that very first moment when I asked you out (not really, just kinda popped it), I would., I'd def repeat it and make it better. In fact, I think I’d do it a thousand times over. I’d still be just as nervous, still probably overthinking my words, but deep down I’d know that saying “yes” to that moment with you would be the beginning of everything good in my life. Or we'd both be looking at each other on facetime and then you'd say "Does this question involve emotion?", and we'd both nod our head and start laughing.
And since then, we’ve lived so many versions of “yes” together—late-night talks, quiet mornings, silly moments, slow morning, moody days and much more, the way you look at me when you’re about to laugh but haven’t yet or the way you look at me before I get daant knowing damn well I have 5 seconds to fix it. I carry those moments like soft echoes in my heart, and the truth is, I never stop wanting more of them. More of you. More of us.
So this might seem simple, but it means everything to me: can I ask you out again? Not because we ever stopped, but because asking you—choosing you—feels like a promise I want to keep making, over and over. I want to take you out to new places, to familiar ones too, to every version of life we haven’t lived yet. I want to reach for your hand and say, “Let’s go,” knowing that wherever we end up, it’ll be where I’m meant to be, because you’re there.
Because no matter how much time passes, I want to keep falling in love with you—just like I did that very first day.
I love you.