“Do I know you?”
Umm, kinda? Still getting to know you, but already falling for you!
not a profile. just a place to keep this.
Somewhere between “cutu mat bol” and “I miss you”.
This is a small, private corner for the way our first conversation became a 54 minute call, a walk that could not wait, and a collection of messages neither of us wanted to end.
2:59 AM
14th October · where this started
54 min
the first call
8 km
one late night walk
“Time was moving too fast talking to you.”
“Validation toh mujhe bhi pasand hai.”
10k steps · no questions please · slow to type · awesome girl
the beginning
It was never a definition. It was you, and that is more than enough.
“Cutu mat bol”
But you’re cuteee! What else am I supposed to call you, ma’am?
“Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai”
Okay, I’ll give you that one. You handle my impatient side surprisingly well.
“I did too”
After the call dropped, we both admitted we’d missed each other. You definitely meant it. Me? Umm, yeah, a little. Maybe. Okay, fine, a lot. But youuu, gooddd, control!
“Interesting aurat hai tu”
Sharp enough to catch every half-message, soft enough to understand what was underneath it.
Still here
Somehow the jokes, the pauses, the “go sleep,” and the coming back became their own language. You are an awesome girl exactly as you are.
things you actually said
The parts I remember without trying.
“That Friday memory is a lie.”
“Validation toh mujhe bhi pasand hai.”
“Don't be impatient.”
“I would be disappointed if you did tbh.”
“Damn, I was right about the patience part.”
“Proud of you yaar.”
“You’re cool… I guess.”
“I kinda like you.”
the small things
The details that make this feel like us.
kept between us
Not a gallery. Just a few little windows into your world.
what I mean
I don’t want to turn you into a list of qualities.
Arzoo. The name itself feels like a wish; knowing you has made it feel less like a word and more like a person I am grateful to keep discovering.
This page is yours too. Add your own little pieces or change anything you like; I only got a little carried away filling it.
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one more thought
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one more laugh
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