I have something to tell you, Pushpa.

Pushpa, this page is a poor imitation of everything I actually mean when I say I love you — but I wanted to put it somewhere you could keep it.

You already know the small things: your voice on a bad-connection call still fixes my whole day, and I count down the time until we're in the same place again. What you maybe don't know is how often I catch myself planning a future with you in it, without even meaning to.

So here it is, in pink and red because that's how loud I wanted to say it: I love you.