Sanam,

While putting this together, I found myself spending a long time going through our photos. And something kept returning to my mind. In every picture, there is a moment that has already slipped into the past. A laughter. A conversation. A kiss. An ordinary day that didn’t seem significant at the time. Yet somehow, those moments became memories. And those memories became part of who I am. When I look at them now, I don’t simply see soulless. photos I remember how deeply happy I was to be there with you. How natural everything felt. How effortless it was to smile around you. How many things felt lighter simply because of your prescene. There is something I’ve been trying to put into words for a while now. I don’t want to feel like a stranger in your life. I don’t want to feel like I have to fight for a place I once believed was already ours. I want to be the one you turn to when something excites you. The one you tell things to before anyone else gets the chance. The one you let in when something is weighing on you. Not out of obligation. But because you want to. I understand that love is not only defined by grand gestures. It is not only dates, gifts, or saying the right words. Sometimes love is attention. Sometimes it is effort. Sometimes it is making the other person feel seen and valued. And sometimes, it is simply choosing each other over and ober again. I know neither of us is perfect. I am not. And I know I have made mistakes as well. But through everything, one thing has remained unchanged. I loved you. And I still do. Not because everything was easy. Not because everything was perfect. But because whenever I imagined my future, you were always somewhere in it. Perhaps that is why I made this. Not to pressure you. Not to convince you. Not to demand an answer. Only to tell you the truth. You matter to me. Just as you always have. And no matter what happens next, I will always be grateful for every laugh, every conversation, every memory, and every moment we were able to share.