Hey, Gadafi. ♡
I wanted to tell you how I feel without rushing through it in a text. So I made you a tiny place on the internet instead. Very dramatic of me, I know. 😂
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Let's see if you know me…
No pressure. I promise I'm not grading you too harshly. 🌚
That sentence is probably the simplest way I can explain one of the biggest things I like about us.
If I could steal you for an evening…
Pick one. Don't overthink it. ❤️
Pictures that remind me of us.
How much can you unlock?
Tap the heart. I hid something at the end. ❤️
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What I actually wanted to tell you.
I don't know the perfect way to say this, so I'm just going to be honest.
I like you. I like talking to you. I like the little things about you that have somehow become things I look forward to. I like how easily you can make me smile, and I like the version of me that comes out when I'm around you.
I like me better when I'm with you.
I'm not trying to turn that feeling into something complicated. I just don't want to hide it behind jokes or pretend I don't care when I do.
You matter to me. And whatever this becomes, I want it to be something honest, something gentle, something we can actually enjoy.
So this is me being open. No performance. No pretending I don't get soft about you sometimes. 😂❤️
And yes, I could have simply sent you a paragraph… but apparently I chose to build you an entire website instead.
— from me, with a little more honesty than usual. ♡
Now you know. ♡
Thank you for making me feel like I can be this open with you.
♡