Firstly

Hey ,

Okay where should i start from . I’m not usually great with words, at least not the ones that really matter. When I try to say things like this out loud, my thoughts feel too big for my mouth. So I thought maybe writing it down might help me say it the way I really feel it.

There’s something about you—

and I know people say things like that all the time,

but I mean it in a way that’s quiet and real.

It’s not just your smile (though, yeah, that definitely stops time for a second),

or the way you talk (which I could listen to for hours without ever needing to speak).

It’s more than that.

It’s how I feel when you’re around.

Like the world is a little easier to carry.

I’ve realized lately that you’ve become the part of my day I look forward to without even thinking.

A message from you, a conversation, a laugh shared about something random—

it turns a regular day into something I’ll remember.

I think I started liking you long before I fully admitted it to myself.

It wasn’t some dramatic moment.

It happened slowly—

the way rain softens the ground before anything grows.

One day, I just caught myself thinking about something,

and you were the first person I wanted to tell.

And then it kept happening.

Your name kept being the one my mind wandered to when something funny happened,

or something beautiful,

or something hard.

You became this calm center in the noise.

You became comfort,

without trying to be.

And I guess what I’m trying to say is…

I like you.

In the most sincere, no-games, no-masks kind of way.

I like who I am when I talk to you.

I like the space we have—how it feels safe and easy, even in silence.

I like the way you see the world, and how your presence makes mine feel less heavy.

So here’s the part where I just say it plainly, even though my hands are shaking a bit as I write this:

Would you be my girlfriend?

I don’t ask that lightly.

I know how important it is—

not just the word, but everything that comes with it.

Time. Trust. Care. Attention.

I’m ready to give all of that.

Not perfectly—because I’m human and learning.

But honestly. Genuinely.

With full heart.

I’m not asking for fireworks or fairytales.

I’m asking for something real.

I’m asking for more time with you,

not as the guy who stands near you,

but the one who gets to hold your hand

and call you his.

No pressure.

No expectations.

If your heart says no, I’ll still be grateful just to have known you this far.

But if there’s even a small part of you that feels what I feel,

then maybe this could be the beginning of something that matters.

Whatever your answer,

thank you for just being you.

You’ve already made a difference in my world.

And I’ll always be glad I met you.

With all honesty,

(i just have to write something to make it 600 words so i can puublish it tchhhhhh i will be alright sha yhhh)

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