grown pixel by pixel. no florist. just a small, quiet kind of effort —
the kind you deserve first, before anything else i could say.
a short list of what i pay attention to when i think about you.
which is, honestly, most of the time.
i'd listen to you read a grocery list and still feel the way i feel now. it's the one sound i don't turn down, don't skip, don't rush.
i've been looked at before. i've been stared at, checked out, sized up. i've never been seen like this. you make attention feel like a compliment.
it's the one thing that can rewrite my whole day. a bad mood, a long shift, a stupid argument — none of it survives the moment it arrives.
somewhere between music and a secret. it's the sound i'd protect with my life. first chance i get, i'm stealing a copy for myself.
i'd spend a year just learning to listen to them properly. how they move before a thought. how they pause right before the important part. how they soften when you're tired.
you pull a better version of me out of me without ever asking. i read longer. i listen harder. i consider what i say. not because you demand it — because you deserve it.
you've never asked me to explain myself, defend myself, or shrink to be easier for you. you just stood there, quietly on my side — and that's the whole thing. honestly, the whole thing.
i had a working life before you. a decent one. then you walked into it and now "fine" doesn't cover anything anymore. now it's better, lighter, louder, softer, all at once. that's on you.
binding under the jurisdiction of your smile.
because you do. every word, every pause, every half-finished thought. no skimming. no skipping. the full sentence, every time.
the phrase you said once and forgot. the color you love. the song that makes you quiet. the look you get when you're tired. i keep all of it.
whatever you give, i give more. this isn't a contest. it's a promise. you set the floor; i'll keep raising the ceiling.
i won't shrink your feelings to fit my convenience. if you're sad, i won't rush to fix it. if you're happy, i won't try to cool it down. your mood is allowed to be exactly what it is.
a bad joke, a good one, anything in between. if i land one — dinner earned. if i don't — i try again tomorrow. the attempt is part of the promise.
not for rooms, not for moods, not for my insecurity. you get to be fully yourself — loud or quiet, brilliant or tired — and you'll never have to apologize for it around me.
you're not a puzzle to solve and set aside. you're a whole library. i plan to read every page — twice. slower the second time.
the easy day. the hard day. the day you don't feel like yourself. especially that day. choosing you is the one decision i'm not reconsidering.
i'd like to submit something to the court. tap the seal.
sign below — only if you want to. no pressure.
the petition has been granted.
forever is, as of this moment, legally binding
under the jurisdiction of your smile.
— forever in your debt, Gul 🌹