Hey Muz,
I'm not good at this. I write code, not feelings. But you've been in my life since 2019, and you deserve more than a text that says "hii" and "how are you".
You're the person who fights with me over absolutely nothing and then asks two minutes later if I've eaten. The one who never thinks badly about anybody, even the ones who've genuinely earned it. You're kind in a careless sort of way — like you don't even notice you're doing it. I notice. Everyone does.
I don't think you know what that means to somebody like me, who overthinks every single thing and assumes the worst. You make the noise quieter. You make being a mess feel less embarrassing. You understand me before I finish the sentence, which is infuriating and also the best thing about you.
So this is me saying it properly, once, on a page you can open whenever you're having a bad day and need proof: you're important to me. Not in a loud dramatic way. Just always. Even when we're fighting. Especially then.
And yes, we'll fight again — probably about this page. Give it five minutes. We'll be fine. We always are.
— Musharaf
P.S. Flowers die, screenshots get deleted, but this link isn't going anywhere. Neither am I.