I’ve always believed there’s something so thoughtful, so deeply romantic about falling for someone who lives in art, whether it’s a writer, a painter, a poet, or even a photographer who takes pictures of you like you are the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. And now I’ve tried it. I’m in love with a writer, with a yearner, someone who saves me on the pages of his notes, spending hours writing about me. Someone who shows me his love through playing with words, through language. And I find myself in tears most of the time while I’m reading the things you write for me: how you see me, how you care about me, how you love me.

It amazes me how someone so logical, so analytical, someone who once believed he wasn’t built for love, could become this poetic, this soft, this generous with his heart. Love reshaped him. Or maybe it revealed what was always there. He is full of it, full of love in its purest form.

Everything you do means so much to me, it holds more weight than you might ever realize. The way you soften your voice when you speak to me, as if you know my heart can’t handle anything harsher. The way you ask how I’ve been, even when I look perfectly fine. Sometimes I think back to those nights when I felt like giving up, and you were there, your words reminding me that someone still cares. I remember the smile you gave me that day on the street when we barely knew each other. How you listen so patiently, never interrupting, even though I know you have so much to say.

And how you write for me, about me, with all the love you have!! I’ve always been a lover of books, but your words are the best book I have ever read, not just because of the way you weave them together, but because I know the feeling behind them. I know how honest and full of love they are, and that they’re about me.

With you, it feels like two oceans meeting in the middle, blending so completely that no one could tell where one ends and the other begins. Each ocean still holds its own depth, its own name, its own storms and secrets. But together, they move as one body of water too close, too deep to separate.

When I look at you, I still can’t believe we found each other. You are the soul I had been craving for, the only person I truly fell for, the person I love in every detail, without any exceptions.

You are not only a writer. You are a reader, a photographer, a filmmaker, a designer, a collector of moments. You freeze time with your camera. You turn thoughts into cinema. You look at the world and search for its most beautiful angles, then you show them to me. Loving you feels like being seen through an artist’s lens, every detail noticed, every flaw softened by light.

Your love is beautiful, so deep it drowns me every time I talk to you. Sometimes I wish I could freeze time. Stop the noise of the world. Pause everything and just stay here with you. Forever.