I remember the long walks we used to take.

My hands encircled around your arm,

as you walked me home after work.

The minutes, the miles—they didn’t matter.

We talked, we laughed,

we got lost in each other’s eyes.

You would stop at the flower shop,

pick a single bloom for no reason at all.

You made me feel seen, loved, admired—

even when you knew my flaws, my past.

The pizzeria was ours; not for the food,

but for the quiet moments we shared.

Even cramped in a public taxi,

we found joy just by being close.

I still taste the kiss, you stole

as the elevator doors slid shut.

The warmth of your hands,

pulling me close, my heart racing.

That Valentine’s Day on the boat—

the world faded into the rippling water.

Your arm around me, felt like a declaration:

“She’s mine.”

And those tears? They weren’t from sadness.

They were the overwhelming truth

of how deeply I loved you.

Do you remember the Diwali night?

The light blue saree, my loose hair.

Your gaze, so unashamedly enchanted.

I couldn’t stop smiling,

even with the crowd around us.

The ring you slipped onto my hand—

no questions asked, no answers needed.

Our eyes told everything we needed to hear.

No fancy locations, no need for the world to see.

Just us, in the back seat of a taxi,

where time stood still.

The way you kissed my hand afterward

still gives me butterflies.

I was already yours. Forever.

Even now,

though miles and oceans separate us,

I feel your love, steady and unshaken.

We’ve fought the distance,

the misunderstandings, the world.

And we’ve always come back to each other.

Every day, I know you are there,

thinking of me, loving me.

I don’t need reminders.

I know my place in your heart

is irreplaceable.

And I’m not leaving,

not now, not ever.

I love you.

Always, always.

Yours lovingly, Stella