Here’s my heart, Tooba..
Not hidden, not perfect, but yours.
For all the times I couldn’t show it , this page is me trying.
This isn’t just a website.
It’s a little piece of my heart, coded into pixels. A space made just for you and me.
Because loving you? That’s still my favourite thing to do.
Here’s my heart, Tooba..
Not hidden, not perfect,
but yours.
For all the times I couldn’t show it , this page is me trying.
This isn’t just a website.
It’s a little piece of my heart, coded into pixels. A space made just for you and me.
Because loving you? That’s still my favourite thing to do.
A digital reminder that love, even when messy, is still beautiful.
A digital reminder that love, even when messy, is still beautiful.
🌱 How It All Started
It didn’t begin with fireworks.
It started with a follow.
A quiet, curious tap on Instagram, just one click, and somehow the universe shifted ever so slightly.
Then came the story views.
The little likes.
The kind of attention that isn’t loud, but feels like a whisper:
"I see you."
And then… she texted me.
Not just any message.
But her. Tooba.
Sliding into my DMs like a soft breeze I didn’t know I’d been waiting for.
It wasn’t dramatic.
It wasn’t a movie.
But it was real. And honest. And new.
And from that tiny spark, a follow, a heart, a hello,
a whole world began to unfold.
This Is Me, Flawed but Still Reaching for You.
Lately, things haven’t been all sunshine and roses.
We argue. A lot.
And most of the time? It's me.
I mess up. I say the wrong things. I forget how to listen. I act like a stubborn idiot when I should just hold your hand.
But even in those moments , those loud, messy, “why are we like this” moments ,I don’t stop loving you.
Not even for a second.
Not even a little bit.
And if this website can do anything at all, I hope it makes you smile again.
I hope it reminds you of the us that still exists beneath the noise.
Because I miss her. And I miss you.
Not the angry you. Not the tired you.
The real you. The always beautiful you. The still mine you.
This Is Me, Flawed but Still Reaching for You.
Lately, things haven’t been all sunshine and roses.
We argue. A lot.
And most of the time? It's me.
I mess up. I say the wrong things. I forget how to listen. I act like a stubborn idiot when I should just hold your hand.
But even in those moments , those loud, messy, “why are we like this” moments ,I don’t stop loving you.
Not even for a second.
Not even a little bit.
And if this website can do anything at all, I hope it makes you smile again.
I hope it reminds you of the us that still exists beneath the noise.
Because I miss her. And I miss you.
Not the angry you. Not the tired you.
The real you. The always beautiful you. The still mine you.
I’d Make You Breakfast
(Even If I Burn It Sometimes)
After we get married, I want to be the first one out of bed even if I’m half asleep and using the wrong pan.
I’d make you breakfast, maybe burn the toast a little, but still bring it to you with the proudest smile.
I’d Hold You on the Rainy Days
(Literally & Emotionally)
When life gets heavy and your heart feels tired, I want to be your umbrella.
Not just on real rainy days, but on the kind of days where nothing feels right. I’d hold you.
Let you cry. Or say nothing at all.
Just be there, not to fix it,
but to make sure you never feel like you’re carrying it alone.
I’d Do Your Laundry
(When you're feeling sick)
I'd make sure you never feel tired or sick while with me.. I'll help with jhouse chores, i'll help with laundry.. i'll help you in all the things.
I'll want you to play games with me in return, watch movies with me, go out with me for chai hehe..
If There’s Even a Small Space in Your Heart
Left for Me… I’ll Protect It.
I’d Make You Breakfast
(Even If I Burn It Sometimes)
After we get married, I want to be the first one out of bed even if I’m half asleep and using the wrong pan.
I’d make you breakfast, maybe burn the toast a little, but still bring it to you with the proudest smile.
I’d Hold You on the
Rainy Days
(Literally & Emotionally)
When life gets heavy and your heart feels tired, I want to be your umbrella.
Not just on real rainy days, but on the kind of days where nothing feels right. I’d hold you.
Let you cry. Or say nothing at all.
Just be there, not to fix it,
but to make sure you never feel like you’re carrying it alone.
I’d Do Your Laundry
(When you're feeling sick)
I'd make sure you never feel tired or sick while with me.. I'll help with jhouse chores, i'll help with laundry.. i'll help you in all the things.
I'll want you to play games with me in return, watch movies with me, go out with me for chai hehe..
If There’s Even a Small Space in Your Heart
Left for Me… I’ll Protect It.
If You're Reading This, It Means You Still Matter to Me More Than Anything
If You're Reading This, It Means You Still Matter to Me More Than Anything
Then thank you.
For staying.
For trying.
For loving me even when I don’t make it easy.
This little website can’t fix everything.
But maybe , just maybe... it can be the start of something softer.
More hugs. Less stubbornness.
More “I love you.” Less “I’m right.”
So, Tooba...
Can we start over? Not from the beginning.
But from right here, with all we’ve learned, and all the love we still have left?
Then thank you.
For staying.
For trying.
For loving me even when I don’t make it easy.
This little website can’t fix everything.
But maybe , just maybe... it can be the start of something softer.
More hugs. Less stubbornness.
More “I love you.” Less “I’m right.”
So, Tooba...