My Dearest Khushi,
I don’t know when exactly it happened—but somewhere between the small talks, the laughs, the arguments, and the quiet moments, you became my home.
Loving you hasn’t been perfect or easy, but it has always been real. We’ve grown, we’ve learned, we’ve stumbled, and somehow, we’ve always found our way back to each other—stronger than before.
You mean more to me than you probably realize. I notice the little things. I care deeply, even on days when I don’t say it enough. And no matter where life takes us, I want you to know this: I’m choosing you—again and again.
This page, this letter, this love—
it’s all yours.
Always,
Yours