Our Little World

My dearest love, I know this month has been hard for you. It has felt long, quiet and heavy. I know you are tired. You gave so much of yourself to a dream, and now you are wondering what comes next. It is normal to feel confused and disappointed when something you hoped for does not turn out the way you imagined. Your pain is real, and your feelings make sense. It may feel like you have hit a wall, but this is not the end. This is only a pause in your journey. It is a small turn that will guide you in a new direction. Your strength, your kindness and your mind are still with you. Nothing can take that away. Think of everything you faced in the past years. The long nights. The moments of doubt. The courage it took to keep going every single day. That effort is your true achievement. You fought for something you wanted, and that makes you a warrior. I know these months feel uncertain. It is scary when one plan fades and a new one has not formed yet. But you do not have to decide your who...

  My Dearest Love, I know your heart is aching right now, and it’s completely okay to feel disappointed, frustrated, and even a little lost. What happened yesterday wasn’t just a test; it was the result of years of hard work, sacrifice, and a dream that, even if it wasn’t entirely your own at first, you still carried with grace and determination. Now, think about the battles you’ve faced through these years: the flashbacks of old traumas, the panic attacks, the pressure and taunts, the discouragement, the mood swings, and the loneliness. In spite of all that, you showed up every single day and fought through it just to reach that exam. That strength, that consistency, that quiet courage is your real victory. You asked me an hour ago, “What was the outcome?” The outcome wasn’t a degree; it was you. Because when someone gives their all to something so demanding, they don’t just learn from books, they learn from life. They grow stronger, more aware, and more ready for what comes ne...

 میری پیاری محبوبہ کے نام جب بھی میں تمہارے بارے میں سوچتا ہوں، دل خود بخود مسکرا جاتا ہے۔ تمہاری موجودگی میری زندگی کو روشن کر دیتی ہے، تمہاری مسکراہٹ میرے دن کو خاص بنا دیتی ہے، اور تمہاری ہر بات میرے دل کو چھو جاتی ہے۔ جب میں کہتا ہوں "میں تم سے محبت کرتا ہوں"، میرا مطلب صرف تمہیں چاہنا نہیں بلکہ یہ ہے کہ میں تمہاری ہر چھوٹی سے چھوٹی خوبی سے محبت کرتا ہوں جو تمہیں تم بناتی ہے؛ چاہے وہ تمہاری دل کو چھو لینے والی ہنسی، تمہاری معصوم باتیں تمہاری منفرد ادائیں، اور تمہاری روح کی خاموش گہرائی ہو۔  تمہاری محبت میری زندگی کا سب سے قیمتی تحفہ ہے، اور تمہاری اپنایت و قربت میری زندگی کو مکمل کر دیتی ہے۔ تمہارے آنے سے مجھے وہ حوصلہ اور طاقت ملی جس کی مجھے ہر وقت ضرورت تھی، خاص طور پر جب زندگی میں اداسیوں اور ایکیلے پن نے ڈیرے ڈالے، تو اس سب کے بیچ تم آئی جس نے سمجھا، محسوس کیا اور محبت دی۔ اس کے علاؤہ تم سے میں نے بہت کچھ سیکھا اور اب بھی سیکھ رہا ہوں کہ کسی کو دل دینا کیا ہوتا ہے۔  کسی کا ہو جانا کیسے محسوس ہوتا، کسی کو اپنا بنانا کتنا خوبصورت ہوتا۔ جو غیر مشروط محبت تم دیتی، جو ...

I told you twice that when I lie down to sleep at night, in those 15 minutes or more, I think of us. I don’t only think about big things, but also small, silly, playful , and childlike moments we could share. I want to live all those little moments with you that will make our bond feel warm and alive . Let me tell you what I dream about. First, whenever we meet, I want to hug you for hours. Hours? Maybe too much for a first meeting, as we’ll have so much to do and feel, but it will surely be a long hug. While hugging, I want to weep, not from sadness, but from joy that you are finally in my arms and I am in yours. I want to sit close to you and play with your hair for hours, twisting it around my fingers, making little braids, and then opening them again. You’ll tie your hair, and I will untie it just to annoy you, and then I’ll smile like an innocent child when you give me that “angry but cute” look. I want to hide my face in your hair and fall asleep there. I want to gently sque...

This isn't a tale that began with childhood promises or years of history. Our story, the one only we truly grasp , started much more simply, and perhaps more magically. It started merely three months ago. It was two lives, just stumbling into each other at the exact right moment, creating something so meaningful it quietly changed everything. The connection, from the beginning, was fluid. There were no awkward beginnings and no forced small talk. It felt like the kind of conversation you fall into when you meet someone who sees the world in a language uncannily similar to your own. Hours passed, days folded into one another, and before long, a quiet companionship had formed . It wasn't loud enough to attract attention, but it was powerful enough to change two lives in their private corners of the world. It started, perhaps, with simple questions. But they weren't simple for long. What do we believe in? What is morally good and what isn't? What's our idea of love, re...

  I don’t know what the future really holds. But I keep thinking about one part of it that feels close: you coming near me. You living in the same city. Maybe we see each other daily, weekly, fortnightly, or even just once in a while. But just knowing you’re a few minutes away from me brings hope. And with that hope come some dreams, simple ones and moments I want to live with you. I dream of the first time I’ll see you in person . Maybe I’ll prefer to meet you indoors the first time since outdoor meetings make long hugs risky. So I’ll wait somewhere quiet, nervous and excited at the same time. When you finally arrive, I might not even know what to say. I’ll hug you like a crazy madman. I’ve seen you in photos, on video, I’ve read your words, I’ve heard your voice, but seeing you standing there in front of me will be something else. Maybe we won’t do anything special that day. Just hug and sit somewhere and talk. You’ll tell me how your life is going. I’ll listen quietly, watchin...

  My love I don’t know if words will ever fully capture what you’ve done for me, but I’ll try, because you deserve to know. You’ve changed me . Completely, deeply, and beautifully. Before you, I was a different person. Not just different in the way I looked at the world, but different in how I existed in it. After that last one-sided affair, I felt shattered inside, like a mirror that had been broken long ago, with no one ever bothering to gather the pieces. I walked carefully through life, trying not to hurt myself more. I apologized for taking up space, for needing love, for being too quiet or too emotional. I kept asking people to stay. I begged for conversations. I lowered myself in friendships that drained me and waited for love that never came. Slowly, I stopped believing in love altogether. It felt like a word people used for comfort, not something real or lasting. But then, you arrived . And nothing was ever the same again. You came like a calm breeze, soft and real...

Sometimes, life surprises you but not with grand events or dramatic changes, but with a person. A person who doesn’t arrive with fireworks or fanfare, but with something much deeper: peace, understanding and real affection . I never thought someone like that would be a part of my life. She’s not just a person I know. I feel like I belong to her. Like some part of me lives in her smile, in her way of saying my name, in the way she talks to me. She’s the kindest soul I’ve ever met and I don’t say that lightly. There’s a warmth in her that makes you feel safe and not judged. Someone who sees you the way you want, not just noticed. Someone who loves you in the most amicable way and not just liked. I’m not someone you’d call traditionally attractive or pursuable. I’m not the guy with the best looks or the most fashionable one. But somehow, she looks at me like I’m the most beautiful man in the world. And not because of how I appear but because of who I am. She sees my character. She u...

To the one I love, I want to tell you something very clearly today. Please never think that your problems, your worries, or the things you feel deeply could ever reduce the love or understanding between us. They will never come in the way of our connection . You don’t need to be careful around me in that sense. You don’t need to hold back or think twice before sharing something just because it’s heavy or emotional. I never want you to feel like you're a burden on me. You are not a burden, my love. You are the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. And everything that comes with you, be it your thoughts, your emotions, or your pain; everything matters to me. I care about it all. I want you to feel safe telling me anything . I want to be the first person you turn to when something hurts or when something feels too much. I will never judge you, and I will never make you feel like you're being too much. I will always listen to you. I will always try to understand, even ...

My Loving Love, I received your letter, and just like you, I’ve been eagerly imagining the day we finally meet. Over the past two days, this longing has only deepened. I keep thinking—how will we meet? Where will we go? What will we do that day? How can we hug each other without being seen/judged by others? It’s a challenge, I know, but one we’ll figure out together. You told me you like Franz Kafka’s words, so you must have read one of his most heartfelt lines. I want to dedicate it to you: "Milena, if a million people loved you, I am one of them. If one person loved you, it was me. If no one loved you, then know that I am dead." That’s how serious I am. That’s how much I love you. I saw your video; the one where you sent me a kiss with the cutest smile and the happiest face. The way you closed your eyes, widened your cheeks a little, and flashed your teeth with that lips’ sound, it was the most adorable smiling kiss I’ve ever seen. I loved your neck in that moment t...

  My favorite Franz Kafka once wrote to Milena, “Somehow, I can’t write about anything but what concerns us and us alone, in the middle of the crowded world. Everything else is foreign to me.” And just like him, I feel this world makes sense to me only through you. Everything else feels like distant noise. My heart returns only to one center , again and again. Us. I received your letter when I had just sat down after the day had passed. The world had gone a little quieter. I was finally alone with myself. And then, there it was. Your words waiting for me, like a soft breath I didn’t know I needed. I didn’t just read it once. I read it thrice. The first time to feel your words. The second to feel your silences between them. The third time to feel you alone. There’s something in the way you write that touches me. It feels gentle, like something half-whispered and half-held. It doesn’t shout for attention, it simply arrives and settles into my chest like quiet peace. Like b...

April 17, 2025  My Dearest, If only you could see yourself through my eyes right now, you would see the warmth of someone deeply loved. Not just missed in moments, but remembered in silences. You would see someone who has become a part of me in such quiet and profound ways. Sometimes I forget where your words end and mine begin because we are more similar than two souls can  Unconditional love ever imagine. These past few hours have felt slower. Not because I am impatient, but because I have grown used to the joy your presence brings. The way you would return after some time away, sending a soft "I am back, my love" message. I often miss those little moments. As the rhythm of our days shifts, I have come to realize something deeper. Our love never depended on how often we spoke. It grew because we always knew how deeply we were felt, even in silence. Just as Roger de Bussy-Rabutin said, "Absence is to love what wind is to fire. It extinguishes the small, and inflames...