✨ Our Journey ✨

It all started on June 27, 2025 at 4 to 5 PM.

I sent her a message on Snapchat:

She replied,

Then I asked,

She said,

I responded,

Curious, I asked if she was a student. She told me she's doing a BS in Psychology. Then I wanted to know where she was from. She said "SGD" — and out of nowhere, I felt this sudden happiness. That's my hometown too.

My interest spiked. I wanted to be her friend. All of this happened within just a couple of days — we started off like strangers, but soon we began giving each other attention. I'd ask for a bit of delay during chats since I was mostly at work during the day, and she was always understanding. That made me feel she was genuinely nice.

Some stories begin quietly — a simple "Hello" exchanged between two strangers who had no idea they were about to become each other's whole world.

As days passed, our chats became more consistent. We greeted each other every day. I started feeling like we could become best friends. I began asking her about her hobbies, how she spends her time — the kind of stuff friends talk about. I asked her what she loves most. She replied:

She's a tea lover. It's like "Chae is for her" the way Dunhill is for me.

I remember those moments clearly — whenever I shared something, she'd truly listen. She's one of the most understanding people I've ever met, and that's something I genuinely admire about her. I'd often talk about my past — those carefree days spent playing football all day long. No worries about a career, no stress — just wake up, eat breakfast, hop on a cycle, and roam like a free bird. I'd leave home at 10 AM in winter and return by 6 PM. I miss those days — I think we all do.

There is something rare about a person who listens not just to reply, but to truly understand. She had that gift from the very beginning — and without knowing it, she was already becoming his favourite part of every day.

Then one day, out of the blue, I asked for her Instagram. I was nervous — "What if she asks why? What do I even say?" But it was totally fine. She shared it, and from there, we started exchanging tons of reels. We'd discuss facts, reality, our opinions on different topics — and yeah, we both love German girls. Just kidding — by German girls, I meant German cars. 😅

My favorite is the Nissan GTR R-35. She has a few favorites too — for drifting, it's Mercedes, and casually she likes BMWs. She even recommended some movies and novels. I watched Saiyaara — it was awesome. Afterward, we shared our thoughts about it, and as I said earlier, our minds are strangely in sync. It's rare — finding someone from the opposite gender with such similar interests. It genuinely excites me.

Two people who love the same cars, the same kind of stories, and the same honest conversations about life — that's not just compatibility. That's a quiet miracle.

By the way, one day she asked me,

I replied,

She got all excited and said,

That sparked a whole new conversation. I started sharing some of my past (and kinda hilarious) experiences with cats — especially the ones involving me and my mom. My mom was totally against having cats in the house. But once, I sneaked one in... and let's just say, I got a proper beating for it! 😂

Honestly though, it turned into one of those memories that you laugh about forever.

Even now, we keep that vibe alive — we still share the craziest cat memes with each other on Instagram. It's like our little inside joke that never gets old.

The best friendships are held together by a thousand tiny shared moments — a laugh about a cat, a meme sent at midnight, a little inside joke that makes the other person smile before they even finish reading it.

Sometimes, we talk about the kind of friendship we share. I've never experienced a bond like this — so pure and respectful. Whether it's a small choice or a deep opinion, everything feels valued. It's been almost a month, and yet it feels like I've known her soul for years. I don't know what this is, but it's something really special.

Some connections don't need a label to feel real. They just settle into your chest quietly, like warmth — and you know, without being told, that this person was always meant to be in your life.

We also play Ludo on our phones. She's a pro — no kidding. We've played over 10 games, and I've only won maybe two. Still, playing with her is always fun. I do have a tiny complaint though — she promised to play chess with me but hasn't yet. But honestly, I don't mind. Maybe she's not into it or just hasn't found the time.

We both have amazing playlists. Hers is super cool and romantic — especially the 90s stuff. On my end, I enjoy a mix of Bollywood and Hollywood, with a sprinkle of 90s tracks too. But I've got to admit — her playlist is way better than mine.

Losing ten Ludo games in a row and still wanting to play again — that's not just friendship. That's someone whose company feels like winning, no matter what the scoreboard says.

Oh, and after two days of back-and-forth, she finally said yes and accepted my little "deal." I wanted to gift her headphones, but she had some hesitations — which I totally understood. She said, "I'm a girl, and people might question it," and I respected that. So she promised to accept the gift on her birthday instead. That made me happy. She prefers giving a gift over just taking it — and I told her I feel the same way. In the end, we were both happy with the arrangement.

Now, I'm just waiting for November 15 — for her birthday — so she can fulfill that promise. 😊

The most beautiful promises aren't always the grand ones. Sometimes they are quiet and small — a birthday gift waiting patiently on the horizon, carrying all the love that words couldn't quite hold yet.

One day, she asked me,

I smiled and said, "Black — original, with a few cool strands of light gray."

Then I asked her the same question. She sent me some photos and said,

Honestly, I really liked that color too.

Then came the next question:

I said, "Straight."

She laughed and replied,

That sparked a moment of shared laughter between us.

They were still just friends then. But conversations like these — light, playful, full of laughter — were quietly stitching something much deeper between them, one thread at a time.

Another time, I sent her a reel that asked:

Her response? Mind-blowing.

She said she'd love to go on a trip to Turkey — with me. We'd create epic memories, explore together, and just have the best time.

But that wasn't all — she said she wanted a perfect picnic, and even drifting! She imagined herself in a BMW, me in a Mercedes.

And the first thing she mentioned? Riding a heavy bike with me on a long highway.

I teased her, saying, "Just a heads up — I drive really fast!" 😄

When someone's wish involves you — not just as a detail, but as the whole story — that's when you realize you've become something much more than ordinary to them.

Then she flipped the question back at me. I joked, "My wish is… that you fulfill all my wishes for the rest of my life!"

But then I shared my real answer — and it actually surprised her.

I told her my actual wish: A world tour, just the two of us. No one knowing who we are. Like a scene from a modern Hollywood film — two close friends, traveling the world, writing their own story. She loved the idea.

I added that we'd have a house near the mountains — fully equipped, with two rooms… But we'd still hang out in one, watching movies and playing video games together.

Her reaction?

That was such a golden moment in our conversation — pure imagination, pure connection.

Honestly, I truly wish we could spend some real time together — maybe in a cozy place like Shalimar City. Just us, sharing a meal, going shopping, making memories. And yes — I'd surprise her with a beautiful floral set, just to celebrate our amazing friendship. It's all possible… though I understand her situation. But if it ever does happen — wow, it would be something unforgettable.

Two people building the same imaginary home in a conversation — same mountains, same couch, same late-night movies — without realizing they were already living inside each other's future.

She felt bad from my text when I said explore the world:

Said

So I just said sorry to her for that and tried to make her calm. It was hard to like yeahhhhhh make her good at that time but she being a good girl and she let that go.

She got angry because losing him — even to the future — felt unbearable. And in that little flash of worry, she revealed more love than a thousand calm words ever could.

I sometimes wake up before she does. The first thing I do is send her a "Good morning" text, and then I just watch some reels. Of course, I send her the funny ones I find, too! She sleeps a bit later, but when she wakes up, she sees my texts, replies to the videos, and even sends back some of her own favorites.

Even though I haven't seen her yet, being with her, even through texts, makes me feel like she is a lovely, beautiful flower and I am the gardener. I just get such a good, happy feeling from her, and I can't help but fall for it.

He hadn't seen her face. He didn't know the sound of her laugh. But somehow, her name on his screen every morning felt like sunshine — quiet, reliable, and entirely worth waking up for.

Our friendship grew quickly and became very strong. We started spending the whole day together, talking about interesting facts, sending funny videos, and just enjoying each other's company. What made it feel truly special was how thoughtful she was: whenever she needed to step away to do things like cooking or spend time with her family, she always let me know, saying, "I'll see you later, I need to do this."

That simple act of telling me she was going offline to handle her day felt so incredibly good — it showed real respect and made our connection feel so genuine.

She always told him when she was leaving, even for a little while. It was such a small thing — and yet it meant everything. Because it said: you matter enough to be informed. You matter enough to wait for.

One day, I decided to take a chance and tried to ask her, subtly, if she might be interested in us taking the next step and starting a relationship. She in return said, that for a few personal reasons, she wasn't ready for that right now. Her reply was:

She added that friendship felt like the truest kind of connection, and that was what felt right to her at this moment.

Not every "no" is a door slamming shut. Sometimes it's just the world asking you to be a little more patient — because the right answer is still quietly on its way.

Hearing her response definitely made me feel a little sad inside. I quickly tried to remind myself, "She is just a friend," which is what a good friend should do, but it was hard because I was also falling for her more every day. That whole moment felt heavy and low, and before long, she noticed the change and asked me,

I was amazed that she could tell something was wrong, even though we were only texting. I knew I couldn't tell her the truth about being sad over her answer, as I didn't want to make things awkward. Instead, I just said,

We said goodnight then, but my mind wouldn't quiet down. I ended up lying awake until around 3 AM, just thinking, before I finally drifted off to sleep.

He lay awake not from sadness alone, but from something deeper — the quiet, terrifying weight of caring for someone so much that their words can keep you up until 3 AM, turning them over like precious stones you're afraid to put down.

Then we spent some days waking up sharing reels and talking on the facts and after spending another week I just couldn't stop myself and thought I should try once again. And if her response will be the same then I will never tell her about how I feel for her, and I will just stay a good friend of her coz this is what she wants and her happiness was actually my win, coz yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

So again I told her "I love you" for the first time but not directly coz I was afraid that what she will feel that I am doing this again and again and it may feel bad to her. So I said:

And I hoped that she would understand, it was something like 4 PM when I told her this. And again her response was the same that we are good friends. And that was like I can't tell but so sad that it brought tears to my eyes. And she said that she need to cook dinner so yeahhhhh I was too upset to talk to her and I just said "yeahhhhh see you later"

It takes a rare kind of love to say "I love you" knowing the risk — and then to still choose her happiness over your own heartbreak. That's not weakness. That's the most honest, most selfless love of all.

Then she sent me a reel at approx 8:00 PM and we started to talk again where I was trying to appear normal so yeahhhhh I talked to her, then I had some work I asked her to see her later at 10 approx.

At 10 I came back:

Got a response:

Asked "How are you friend?" She said "I am fine, wbu?" I said "I am also Okayy" she said "good"

Then she shared some reels and we talked for a while...

He masked his sadness with small talk and shared reels, because her peace mattered more than his pain. That quiet sacrifice — choosing her comfort over his own heartbreak — was love in its truest, most unspoken form.

At 11 PM +- she asked me:

I was like I don't think so. She said:

I tried to convince her that no there is nothing but coz I already made my mind that she is just a friend of me so I didn't want to make her think about this again and again coz I felt it weird to ask again as when I already know what's in her mind.

She said:

She didn't need him to say it. She could read the silence between his words, the slight change in the rhythm of his replies. She knew him already — deeply, instinctively, without being taught.

And then I thought I should tell her the truth and let's see what she says and I said:

And she said:

💕💕💕

I asked her that but you have been the one saying we are just friends, so how it came? She was like deep down I felt being loved by you, and it was like I was not ready for it due to past experiences and I said her:

She agreed with my statement and yeahhhhh tbh I felt so good that I have no words to express my happiness. ✨💖

Four simple words — "I want that too" — and suddenly the world rearranged itself. Everything that had felt heavy became light. Everything that had felt impossible became inevitable.

That night was the real start of our love story. I remember looking at the time — it was 11:00 PM when we finally told each other how we felt. It felt so good to say it. We talked until 2:00 AM, just enjoying the love we had for each other. Finally, we said let's sleep, sent some sweet goodnight texts, and said goodnight.

But even after she went to sleep, I stayed awake for two more hours. I just lay there thinking about what a huge blessing this was. I kept thanking Allah for making it happen. I was so grateful that she decided to be closer to me. In my heart, I didn't just see us dating; I was already dreaming about her being my wife and me being her husband. And yeahhhhh in the end I made myself sleep thinking that Al Hamdulillah! The biggest thing of my life has been blessed by her confession.

Some nights are so full of love that sleep feels like a small betrayal — because closing your eyes means leaving that feeling for even a moment, and you are simply not ready to let it go.

From that night forward, my mind was focused on one thing: becoming the best boyfriend I could be. I knew I needed to make changes in myself. I decided I would always take care of her and respect her in every way. To me, showing respect and providing comfort is the most beautiful part of a relationship, and she truly deserved all of that. We had both been through a lot in life, and I wanted to make sure I was her safe place — a calm, secure spot where she always want to stay forever.

I made a mental list of things to focus on, but I promised myself I would still be natural; I wouldn't fake anything. The most important thing I decided was mutual understanding. No matter what happened, I promised to always understand her point of view and keep my ego completely out of the way. I understood that pushing ego aside is what brings real peace and understanding to a relationship. I decided to handle everything with care right from the very first day. And it is lovely to fall in love where you prioritize her before you and try to do something great often to make her smile and feel loved, this is the type of man I am.

The most beautiful kind of love is not the kind that asks to be served — it's the kind that quietly rolls up its sleeves and decides, every single day without announcement, to simply be worthy of her.

Just a few days later, with the blessing of Allah and her constant support, my life changed again: I found a new job in Lahore. The date was September 20, 2025. I quickly texted her,

But before I could even explain, she guessed it perfectly.

She asked, and I was genuinely shocked by her intuition.

I replied. Her happiness poured through the phone, and feeling that joy from her was one of the most beautiful things.

She already knew. Before he finished typing. Before he explained a single word. She simply knew — because when you love someone deeply enough, their joy becomes familiar to you, even before it arrives.

Still, her happiness was mixed with a little sadness. The job meant I would be away during the day, cutting into our long talks. I quickly calmed her, reminding her that this was part of life and that I needed to work hard to build a future for us. I only had two days to pack everything and travel to the city.

Even in the middle of good news, she felt the ache of distance. That's how love works — it doesn't pause for life's milestones. It holds everything at once, the joy and the longing, all in the same breath.

That night, she became my organizer. She helped me create a detailed packing list, asking me what I needed while she wrote it down perfectly. The way she made that list was incredible. It was such a small effort, but it made me feel so deeply loved and cared for, proving once again that the simplest things are often the most beautiful.

Her list:

1. Tooth brush (2) • 2. Hair brush • 3. Tooth paste (2) • 4. Bed sheet • 5. Comforter • 6. 10 pair of shirts (formal) • 7. 4 pair of shirts (casual wear) • 8. Six pair of pants • 9. Shampoo (2) • 10. Soap (2) • 11. Towel (2) • 12. Shalwar kameez (4 pair) • 13. Vests (12) • 14. (1) kheri • 15. (1) sleepers • 16. (2) sneakers • 17. Formal shalwar kameez shoes • 18. Perfume • 19. Trimmer • 20. Laptop • 21. Charger • 22. Dairy • 23. Headphones • 24. Pen Drive • 25. Studs (2 pairs) • 26. Belts (3) • 27. Under wears (8) • 28. Trousers (4) • 29. Fit shirts (4) • 30. Socks • 31. Roll on

Thirty-one items on a list. Each one written with care, each one a quiet way of saying: I want you to be comfortable. I want you to be warm. I want you to be okay — even when I am not there to make sure of it myself.

I finally reached Lahore on the weekend and that night was exhausted. I had to immediately deal with the hostel warden to sort out the room. Even while handling all the paperwork and getting settled, my mind never stopped thinking about her. She was waiting for me, and I knew how much she cared about me being safe and comfortable. The fact that she is so patient and understanding, always putting my needs first, makes me feel incredibly blessed. Every difficulty felt easier just knowing that I had her support.

A new city, a new room, a new chapter — and through it all, one constant thought. She was the anchor that kept him steady even from miles away, without even knowing it.

The next morning, I was getting ready to head to the office. I sent her a quick "Good morning" text, thinking she wouldn't wake up until 10:00 or 10:30 AM. But I was wrong. She was already awake, beating me to the punch hehehe, and that instantly lifted my spirits.

I texted. Her reply came back quickly:

Her words felt incredible; I truly cannot explain the feeling. All the way to the office, those lines kept replaying in my mind. Her thoughts stayed with me the entire day, even while I worked.

She was already awake. Already thinking of him. Already making sure his first day began with love instead of nerves. That is the kind of person she is — present, thoughtful, and quietly extraordinary in everything she does.

I couldn't text her back much due to office hours, but the moment I got home and stepped off my bike, I grabbed my phone and told her that I am back love. She immediately shared that it had been hard for her to go so long without talking to me, and I felt the exact same way. And I made her calm and comfortable and I told her babe it is necessary coz yeahhh and she understood that.

And she asked me to promise her:

And that felt so loving and caring for reallllll.

She asked for nothing grand. Only: tell me when you leave, and tell me when you arrive. Because for her, knowing he was safe was the only thing that mattered. And that simple ask held more love than a thousand roses ever could.

Our new routine quickly settled in. We started talking for a short time every morning before she headed to the gym and I went to the office. Then, the real conversations began at night, usually lasting until midnight or 12:30 AM — sometimes even past 1:00 AM. We enjoyed making each other feel loved through those late-night calls. That feeling of connection, even when we were far apart, was always so wonderful.

A few minutes in the morning and the rest of the night. Brief hellos and long goodnights. Distance couldn't touch what they had — because what they had wasn't built on proximity. It was built on presence.

As November began, she started the most marvelous countdown for my birthday. For three nights leading up to November 4th, 2025, she kept track of the clock minute by minute. She would send me texts constantly, saying things like,

Until the clock finally struck midnight. That kind of focus and effort, just to celebrate me, made me feel so incredibly cherished.

She counted down the minutes to his birthday because, to her, he was worth every single one. That is the quiet, steady beauty of her love — it shows up faithfully in the small things, and makes them feel enormous.

When the countdown finally hit zero, her birthday wishes instantly made my day:

She didn't just wish him a happy birthday. She held a mirror up to him and showed him everything beautiful he was — through her eyes, with her words, from her heart. That is a gift that no shop in the world could ever hold.

I felt so much love flooding in through her words. It was such a beautiful moment, especially because I had never received such heartfelt or wonderful messages on my birthday before. Seeing that effort and genuine affection made me incredibly happy. It was a beautiful memory — one of those moments that I know I will never be able to forget.

Some messages are more than words — they are confessions. And hers, written at midnight on his birthday, was the most honest, most tender one of all: you are my world, and I am not ashamed to say it.

After my birthday, I was excited for her special day on November 15th, and I was determined to make it incredible for her. In the nights leading up to it, I couldn't resist building some suspense, giving her little hints about the gifts I planned to send. On November 13th, I bought a lovely perfume for her. Then, on the 14th, we decided I would send everything to her using a courier service.

So on the night of 14th November when I reached home, I wished her at right 12 AM of 15th November...

He planned, he searched, he bought, he wrapped — all for the quiet joy of seeing her smile. That's what love does. It finds a way to cross every distance, just to place something beautiful in her hands.

He poured his entire heart into those words — not to impress her, but to make absolutely certain she knew. On the day the world got her, he wanted her to feel how much that day meant to him too.

And she loved it all a lot 💞

"I love you for 4 days, 3 days, 2 days, 1 day" — and then, simply: every day. The most beautiful love poems don't always come from poets. Sometimes they come from a heart that has simply run out of other ways to say forever.

The next day, November 15th, I went to the gift shop, and the things I had chosen looked beautiful once they were wrapped. I submitted the gifts for self-pickup, but because I was a little late getting them submitted, she actually picked them up and took them home on the 16th. While all of this was happening, we both prayed, asking Allah to make the process easy and smooth, and Alhamdulillah, everything went well without any problems!

When she finally opened them, she was so happy to see the perfume and the special lighting shield with her name printed on it. She sent me pictures right away, and seeing her gifts for real made me feel like the mission successful hehehe.

A perfume that carries his love, a light shield with her name glowing on it — small things that say: I thought of you, I chose you, I wanted your birthday to feel like magic. And it did.

And I also sent her an email wishing her birthday:

An email, a courier, a voice note, a midnight wish — he left no corner of her birthday untouched by his love. Because she deserved all of it. Every single word. Every single gesture. Every single moment made magnificent for her.

After the excitement of our birthdays settled down, we kept the spark alive with our morning messages. I started writing beautiful texts for her, making sure she knew exactly how special she was to me. And just like always, her replies were perfect; she would write back such wonderful, loving messages in return. Seeing those words from her truly made my days, filling it with warmth and happiness right from the start.

Here are the lovely morning messages I used to send my babyyyyy:

He didn't write to impress her. He wrote because something in him needed her to know — before she even opened her eyes — that she was the first thought of his day, and the warmest one.

"This small town boy is nothing without you." He said it simply, honestly, without rehearsing. And that rawness — that truth — is what made every word of it feel like a love letter worth keeping forever.

He compared her to the first ray of sunlight in the coldest winter morning — and the truth is, that was not poetry. It was precision. That is exactly what she was to him: warmth arriving right on time, every single day.

He had never seen her sleeping. But he described it with such tenderness, such detail, that you'd think he had memorized every curve of her face by heart. Maybe love does that — it makes you see what you've never even seen.

Nov 13, 2025. 9:26

"Pain is mine, and happiness is yours — but you are mine." He said it like a quiet vow. Not shouted to the world, but whispered in the still of a cold morning, meant only for her ears.

Nov 21, 2025

He didn't need a calendar to celebrate her. Every single day, he found a reason. That's not just a boyfriend's love — that's a poet's devotion, a gardener's patience, a soul that has found its home and simply refuses to take it for granted.

Nov 26, 2025. 10:05 AM

He thanked Allah first, and then he thanked her — for her patience, her kindness, the warmth she brought to his mornings. A man who knows how to be grateful is a man who truly knows how to love.

Nov 30, 2025

He told her: you are like a baby, and a baby is never punished for mistakes — only gently guided. That kind of love doesn't keep score. It just keeps showing up, patient and soft, every single time.

She shared that she would soon be traveling to her hometown, Sialkot, to attend a relative's wedding. Upon hearing the news, a wave of sadness washed over me at the thought of her absence, even if only for a few days. I knew I had no logical reason to discourage her from going — after all, it was an important family occasion — yet, beneath the surface, the weight of her upcoming departure felt deeply unsettling.

Even a few days without her felt like too long. I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness at the thought of not being able to talk to her as often.

A few days. That's all it was. But when someone has become the rhythm of your days, even a short silence feels like the whole world has gone quiet. That's not weakness — that's love, living in the details.

The eve of her departure finally arrived, casting a quiet shadow over our evening. I reached out to ask if she had finished packing, and she confirmed that everything was ready for her 8:00 AM departure the following morning. Though my heart felt heavy with the reality of her leaving, I pushed my own sadness aside to offer a parting blessing, simply telling her,

Those words felt bittersweet as I said them, knowing that tomorrow would bring a temporary distance between us.

He swallowed everything he felt and said only: have a safe journey, darling. Because sometimes the most loving thing you can do is hold your own heart steady — so hers can leave in peace.

The morning of her departure arrived with a final text: they were leaving shortly. Despite the nerves tightening in my chest, I maintained a brave face; she is my queen, and I refused to let my own heavy heart cloud her journey. After wishing her a safe trip to her grandparents' home, I found sleep impossible. While she rested on the bus, I spent the quiet hours of the early morning consumed by thoughts of her.

By 9:00 AM, as I prepared for the office, my emotions finally spilled over into a long, heartfelt note. I wrote to her about the biting winter cold, urging her to stay warm and take care of herself, filling the message with the love I had been holding back. Before heading out the door, I sent one last voice note — a verbal embrace and a virtual kiss — to carry her through the miles between us.

A voice note sent before the office. A virtual embrace carried across miles. He could not be there — but he made sure his love arrived before he did. That's the kind of man he was becoming, quietly and completely, for her.

While she was away in Sialkot, she was caught up in family events and had so much on her plate to manage. I understood that completely — it was her family's occasion and she needed to be fully present for them. So I tried my best to be her good baby, to stay patient, and not to add to her plate by mentioning how I truly felt inside.

But she noticed anyway. She always does.

She asked me if I was sad, and I couldn't hide it anymore. I told her honestly:

Even from miles away, with a hundred things on her mind, she still made the space to check on me. That's who she is — someone whose heart is always big enough for the people she loves, no matter how busy life gets.