and then one day,
the screen wasn't enough.
so i came to you.
when we first met ♥
you got into the car,
sat next to me,
and held my hand for the first time.
hold my hand again, baby.
a love story
press play and let our song carry you
through every moment, baby.
turn your volume up, baby ♥
for ♥ the only one
twenty-seven years of you
may 18 · 2026
you stayed quiet at first.
"just join in silently," you said,
so you wouldn't distract us while we played.
i didn't know it yet,
but the rest of my life
walked in at 1:45 in the morning.
we played until the sun came up.
i called you dumbass.
you called me one back.
and then came may 7th.
are you ready to keep going, baby?
may 7 · 2022
before this,
we used to call each other bae
just teasing,
just playing.
until you said something
that broke the joke open.
she's waiting for your answer, baby.
and just like that, baby,
we became us.
keep going with me?
and then one day,
the screen wasn't enough.
so i came to you.
when we first met ♥
you got into the car,
sat next to me,
and held my hand for the first time.
hold my hand again, baby.
that afternoon,
we waited for the apartment to be ready.
we walked to the circle k together,
hands still finding each other,
and i bought everything you wanted me to try.
i told you the milk tea was
the best i'd ever had.
and i meant it.
but i think now,
it was you that made it taste like that.
and somehow,
even when i was right next to you,
we still wanted to play.
our little couple room ♥
and that day at the cat cafe,
we got matching socks.
they were free.
but i'd have paid anything
for a pair that matched yours.
matching, like us ♥
and the day i met your family,
i wore my suit,
you wore your favorite dress.
i felt like the luckiest person in the world.
forever ♥
stay with me, baby.
those days were perfect.
until they weren't.
by the end of the trip,
i got sick.
tired, small, far from home,
curled up in a body i hated.
and you
you stayed.
touch my hair, baby.
you sat by my side.
you brought me water.
you touched my hair until i fell asleep.
i was sick,
and i felt the most loved
i had ever felt.
i'm still living off those nights.
my world ♥
walk with me, baby.
february · 2025
almost two years passed.
and then you came to me.
to my country. to my home.
every night,
you'd sneak into my room
and sleep next to me.
and i regret every morning
i let you go back.
i should've held you tighter.
i should've never let you leave.
walking around with you,
your soft hand in mine,
nothing in the world could touch me.
and the second you let go,
i'd act like i didn't care.
but the truth is,
i was jealous of the air around you.
then there was that night.
valentine's.
you, in your red dress.
my valentine ♥
i had planned it perfectly.
and then i ruined it.
i missed the call. i lost the booking.
we ended up somewhere else entirely.
but you laughed anyway.
you always laughed anyway.
for you ♥
and that 360 camera.
the slow-mo moment.
i was so shy.
i didn't know how to twirl you,
didn't know where to put my hands.
♥ us, in slow-mo ♥
you did everything for both of us.
you always do.
and somehow, it was still perfect.
there's so much more, baby.
a few small things
i wrote you something, baby.
a letter for you
happy birthday, my love
i wanted to start this with "happy 27th, dumbass," because i used to call you that, and i don't really call you that anymore, but somehow it still feels like us. like old us. like the version of me that was already in love with you before i even understood it.
i've been trying to write this for days. every time i start, it doesn't feel enough, so i delete it and start again.
because how do i even explain what you are to me?
i still remember the first time i came to you. you got into that car, sat next to me, and held my hand. and i swear, something in me just changed.
i had known you online for so long already, but in those first few seconds, it became real in a way i can't explain. i didn't know a person could feel like home that fast. i didn't know someone touching my hand could make my whole body feel safe.
i think i stopped being lonely that day. i just didn't know how to say it yet.
i think about your hands a lot. how soft they are. how i'd hold them while we walked and suddenly feel like nothing in the world could touch me. and the second you let go, i'd feel it. that tiny ache. i used to act like i didn't care, but i cared so much. i was jealous of the air around you for getting to be closer to you than i was.
i think about the time in our apartment a lot. when i came to you and got sick, and you took care of me. i was so far from home, tired, insecure, in a body i hated, and i felt so small. but you stayed next to me. you touched my hair. you brought me water. you sat by my side and didn't leave.
you probably don't even understand what that did to me. i'm still carrying the warmth of those nights with me.
i know i'm not the man i want to be yet. i get insecure. i get quiet. sometimes i pull away when i should be pulling you closer. i've ruined moments i wanted to be perfect. i've made mistakes that still hurt me when i think about them.
and i'm sorry. i'm sorry for every moment i made you feel anything less than completely loved. because that's what you are to me. loved. adored. wanted. chosen. mine.
you are the softest thing that has ever happened to me.
i love your smile. i love your stupid little sounds that i pretend to hate, then miss the second they're gone. i love the way you make me feel loved. i love that you snuck into my room every night when you came to me. i love holding your hand. i love being near you. i love the tiny normal things with you that somehow feel bigger than anything else.
and i don't just want to love you in messages. i want to love you properly. i want to be better for you. softer with you. more patient. more present.
i'm coming back to you. i'm going to marry you.
one day i'm going to wake up next to you, hear those little sounds i pretend to hate, and smile, because it means you're there. you're still with me. you're still mine. and all this waiting is finally over.
27 years of you. the world got so lucky. and somehow, i got even luckier.
happy birthday, baby. i love you more than anything. more than i know how to say.
forever yours —
one more thing, baby.
so this is my promise to you, baby.
i'm coming for you.
i'm going to marry you.
and one day soon,
all this waiting will be over.
tie me down.
i'm not going anywhere.
this is our song tie me down · gryffin, elley duhé
happy birthday, nhi
forever yours,
your dumbass ♥
[ a love story for nhi ♥ from your dumbass ]