I want your face in my arms, your head resting on my lap, where my fingers can run gently through your hair, where your breath can slow against my care.
I want your chubby cheeks beneath my lips, your silence pressing into my heart, and your heavy thoughts sinking softly into my soul, because that’s where they belong…With me…In me.
I don’t just miss you, love ♥️ I ache for you. I long for that name, I crave all of you with me, right here. Let me kiss every burden of your chest. Let me hold your pain like it’s sacred. Let me wrap you in my touches so soft, they make the whole world disappear.
This distance? It’s so cruel. It starves me of your presence. Come feel me with your love, not just me but my soul so deep. Let me drown in the way only you make me feel in love. Until then, Im laying here, thinking of you, missing you, feeling and waiting…it’s unending.
I know it’s just a few hours you sleep… But those hours feel like an eternity stretched on my chest. Like a lone bird waiting for dawn, I sit in silence, holding on to see your glimpse, Missing you like the moon misses the sun before it rises.
You are my fire in winters, My healing in pain, The feeling I search for in every monsoon, The calm that wraps every season around me with meaning. You’re not just a part of my life’ You are a lovely rhythm it beats to.
Even your silence speaks to me. Even the space between your words becomes a place where I rest my soul. You’re my divine pause in this noisy world. My baby, my blessing, my unsaid prayer that still came true,
I miss you even before you wish me bye, I miss you while you are still near from afar, That’s how deeply I’m soaked in your presence.
Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, Feel my love, Not loud, not demanding anything, Just there. Always there. Like the sky that never leaves, Even when the stars are asleep.
With every tiny n messy move, he always steals my heart ♥️
Today I witnessed the most adorable chaos ever!
There he was,
proudly washed his clothes,
dried them, and even folded a few shirts and tracks like a pro.
I was watching with shining eyes and he was so serious and focused and then smiled a big like a baby who just won a trophy! 🏆 🥰
And then… the true bachelor spirit kicked in,
he tucked the rest of the clothes straight into the closet, unfolded and got free and felt like flying…
And guess what? He turned his camera toward the wardrobe and showed it to me with so much pride 😍 like he just built a palace!
I was like, wow baby, wahhh superrrr!
My heart melted seeing his effort and innocence.
Honestly, I felt like I was watching a cute little baby win a gold medal!
And wait…🤣 the kitchen tales are even better:
He becomes King of the Kitchen but in his very own adorable style:
Peels one onion at a time, then walks proudly to the washbasin to rinse it… Washes one tomato at a time too, treating each veggie like a royal guest! Instead of prepping everything together, it’s a full-on royal parade, peel, walk, wash and repeat! 😍
And how could I not melt when I saw him, phone tucked nearby,
watching random YouTube videos in between, laughing with friends, chopping, vibing with his own innocent world?
Oh, and the ultimate ‘coriander moment’…
walking to the fridge to count coriander leaves one by one,
like an adorable scientist making sure it’s “no more, no less!”
This pain still lives inside me, But I no longer fear it’s name. It comes and goes like the wind, Soft, but never quite the same.
My heart has cracks, it’s true, But light still slips through those lines. And in the quiet, I sit alone, Still breathing through the hopes.
I talk to my tears sometimes, They know my soul too well. But now, I leave a soft smile, Where the broken pieces fell.
Too many fears in my chest today, No blame to any, just in loudest cries. Just folded hands, closed eyes, And trust in the skies above.
Whatever this path may take, I leave it in God’s gentle hand. If He takes something away, It’s to help me understand.
So I walk, even if I’m too slow, With prayers as my silent guide. ‘Coz I know, what’s in my heart never dies, It just turns into changes with sacrifice.
It was your first evening stepping outside after the surgery. The sun was low, coloring the sky with soft shades of orange and pink, it felt like the sky itself was happy to see you again. I held your hand gently and led you toward Rose-land, a place I believed would heal your soul more than just your body.
The rain had just passed, leaving everything fresh and alive. The roses swayed slowly in the breeze, their petals holding tiny raindrops that shone like stars in the daylight. Their scent was warm and soft just like your perfume. A hug from the beauty of nature you didn’t know you needed until you felt it that pleasant atmosphere.
“Come,” I said, squeezing your hand softly. “Let’s walk slowly.”
You looked at me and smiled. You looked tired, but your eyes showed trust and peace. With every careful step, I could feel your spirit lifting. Birds sang above us, their sweet songs mixing with the sound of leaves whispering. Oh! my darling baby, It felt like nature had prepared this moment just for you.
We walked between rows of blooming roses. Each color seemed brighter than the one before. I pointed to a yellow rose that looked like pure joy, and then to a deep red one, full of love and life. “See?” I whispered, “These roses are cheering for you.”
The sky stretched out before us like a red carpet. The light from the sunset made everything feel soft and magical. The air was sweet, still holding the smell of rain and roses. I saw you looking toward the horizon, your face calm and glowing like a blossoming rose.
“Feeling better?” I asked, moving a little closer.
“Much better,” you said with a quiet but sure voice. You know, Safeena, “You are my best medicine.”
I laughed, gently brushing a raindrop from your hair. “And Roseland is your perfect cure,” I cracked a gentle joke, though I knew deep inside it was true.
We found a bench surrounded by the most beautiful roses. Sitting together, it felt like the whole world had paused to let us just be. I rested my head on your shoulder, letting the peace of the evening sink into our hearts.
“This moment,” I said softly, “is all about you. About you healing. About you feeling alive again from all the pain you have gone through. Every rose here, every bird’s song, even the setting sun… they are all celebrating you, my love.”
Why did you bring me here?” you finally asked, your voice curious. “Thorns don’t seem like the best idea when I’m recovering.”
I stopped and turned to you, brushing a leaf from your shoulder. “Because, my love,” I began, “life’s beauty lies between the thorns and flowers. These roses wouldn’t bloom so beautifully without the struggles of the thorns beneath them. Just like us. Just like you. Your strength and growth will always come from what you rise above.”
As we continued, the birds chirped a soft melody, the leaves whispered in the wind, and every step felt lighter. The thorns were still there, but so were the roses blooming with the kind of beauty that only comes from overcoming life’s storms.
And in that moment, Roseland wasn’t just a garden; it was a lesson. A reminder that every thorn holds a promise of bloom, and every struggle paves the way for something beautiful. Like you. Like us. Like life.
You turned your face toward me, your eyes full of love and voice certain. “Hugs and kisses for this,” you whispered, “my Safeena.”
“Always my baby.” I replied with a smile and tear filled eyes. “This is only the beginning of your healing. And I will be by your side for every single step.”
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