I'm not going to
dress this up.
You never liked that anyway. So — just my own bad handwriting, and the truth.
It was never anything big. It was you awake at 2 a.m., me refusing to let you sleep. “can you wait 30 min?” — and I always did.
You said you'd be happy even if our first date was just momos. That's the exact moment I was gone.
You and your bikes — promising me the backseat. I'd take the long way anywhere, as long as it's with you.
You once told me I was the only one who listens without judging. Shreya — so are you.
You know how a piercing works.
You don't do it for anyone watching. You do it because it feels like you — and you quietly decide to keep it. For good.
That's what this is. Not something loud I'm doing to impress you.
I like you. Genuinely.
And I'm in no hurry. I know you're 17, I know your family, I know we can't just meet yet.
So I'll wait — for you to turn 18, for the right time, for whatever pace feels safe to you.
And you don't owe me a yes. If the answer's no, we don't even have to put a name on this — we can keep it untagged, and stay exactly the friends we already are.
No pressure, ever. I'm not going anywhere.
Will you be mine?
However you feel — thank you for reading all of it.
— Yash
p.s. dinner's on me. momos, obviously.