Sooo cutee..We always joked... maybe even believed that people who fall into virtual relationships are ridiculous.
"Who catches feelings for pixels?"
"Who trusts a voice in a speaker?"
"Who gets attached to someone they’ve never met?"
Well… apparently, us. Ahem. Yes. You read it correct.
Somewhere between late-night conversations, chaotic laughter, stubborn arguments, and the way he says my name.. something shifted.
We weren’t just two strangers killing time. We became something neither of us planned.
And honestly?
We both fought it at first. Oh boy .. hahahah..
He came from a past that convinced him marriage wasn’t for him.
I came from a past that made me think love wouldn’t find me again ... but a small stubborn part of me still believed.... U know... The hope never dies types. Blah blah...
Somewhere along the way, I started telling him ... half teasing, half sure... “We should get married.”
He thought I was joking.
But I wasn’t.
And he?
He wasn’t ready.
Not for labels.
Not for commitment.
Not for forever.
But he wasn’t ready to let go either. Typical man *smirks*
So we danced around uncertainty.
We laughed, we fought, we misunderstood each other, we pushed, we pulled... and twice, we almost walked away. We actually did ..
Not because there wasn’t love. But maybe… because there was too much. Trust me.. it's scary af
But every time, something pulled us back.
Words.
Memories.
Hope.
Or maybe just that quiet certainty that we fit.
That's the poetic romantic version of it . But yeah the first time I was gonna walk away, he pulled me back.. the second time shit hit the roof he walked away and I pulled us back together. Hisab. Baraabar.
I know. Am just cool that way. So yeah... Back to the poetic romance ....
And somehow after all the chaos, all the tantrums, all the silent waiting and loud missing... we found something real.
Soft.
Messy.
Human.
Ours.
Today, I want to acknowledge that... openly. Yep. Not hide us behind Asha-Rohan stories anymore.
This man.... Tagging him here - @Daemon_Salvatore
He lives in my heart... not as an accident, but as a decision I choose every single day.
He always complained that I never asked him ... that I demanded, declared, assumed my way into his life. (And that's totally true. I didn't ask) *grins*
But... But. today, and now... I’m asking:
My dear Demon, aka @Daemon_Salvatore .... do you want to be mine? Mm?
Before you consider:
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Maybe.”
or
“Let me overthink this for 48 hours”…
Let me clarify:
You only get options as below:
Yes.
or
Yes with a hug.
or
Yes with a hug and a kiss
or
Yes with a hug and a lot of kisses
or
Yes with a hug and a long kiss that goes on till we're out of breath.
Because I choose you. Fully.
And I want us to make a promise... not just to each other, but to the versions of us who almost gave up on us:
We will fight again .. obviously.
We will misunderstand each other... maybe more than once obviously.
I may cry (again very obviously), we may argue, we may have days where distance feels heavier than hope.
But no matter what ...we will find our way back.
Stronger. Softer. Still choosing.
How this becomes a real-life story... we’ll figure out.
Step by step.
Call by call.
Conversation by conversation.
With intention.
And before I end this, I want to say something else:
To anyone I ever judged for falling in love online ...
I’m sorry.
Turns out, love doesn’t ask for permission, logic, or perfect conditions.
Sometimes, it simply arrives quietly, inconveniently, beautifully and asks one question:
“Are you brave enough to feel this?”
And somehow... despite everything... we were.
