Our Love Story

My Palak,

On your birthday, I want to speak to you, the way I would if we were sitting together with nothing else demanding our attention. Like the world has come to a pause. Like what we felt at the beach or in the rooms we shared when we were together. I want to tell you how much you mean to me and how grateful I am to have you in my life.

Loving you has changed me in ways I did not expect. You entered my life miraculously, we met serendipitously. Falling in love with you was inevitable, I fell for you as easy as an apple falling from the tree. With you, love has never felt heavy. It has felt steady. Safe. Like something I could finally rest inside. I could come home to.

There were long stretches of waiting. Days where time felt unfair and distance felt cruel. But even then, you never felt absent. You lived in my thoughts, in my routines, in the belief that what we shared was worth holding on to. What we felt was real and the story we were writing together was worth the wait. When we met again after so long, it did not feel like starting over. It felt like continuing something that had been alive the entire time.

What touches me the most about you is the way you love. You love with patience. With softness. With care. With concern. With your cute possessiveness. You make me feel seen, heard, and valued in a way I have never experienced before. You make me want to be a better person, not out of obligation, but because I want to be worthy of the love you give so freely. Being loved by you does not overwhelm me. It grounds me. It feels like home. You feel like home. You are home.

Every moment with you, no matter how ordinary, carries meaning. A walk becomes a memory. A conversation becomes something I replay. Even silence with you feels full. You have a way of making life slow down and feel important again.

On your birthday, I want you to know this clearly. You are deeply cherished. You are so inspiring, and oh so special to me. Not just for what you do, but for who you are. For your kindness. Your strength. Your vulnerability. For the way you care without expecting anything in return. For the way you make love feel gentle and real.

I do not promise perfection. But I promise presence. I promise honesty. I promise to keep choosing you, "even when life becomes complicated", even when distance tests us again, even when time demands patience. I want to walk beside you, grow with you, and keep building something meaningful together. Somehow, through it all.

May this year give you everything you deserve. Peace in your heart. Confidence in who you are. And moments that remind you how deeply you are loved. Please remember that there is someone in this world whose days feel warmer, whose heart feels fuller, simply because you exist.

Happy Birthday, Palak. Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me the way you do. I am endlessly grateful for you. Nobody, I mean nobody, makes me as happy as you do, and nobody will ever take your place in my heart. Ever.