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Dear Virat,

You make me happy.

The beginning to this happiness was last year when you climbed to my balcony. I am still mad at you at how you scared the shit out of me by saying, "I don't feel the way you do. Sorry, Mish." You love to make me cry, don't you? And then the next thing you did, was lying next to me on the bed, and apologizing for making such a cruel joke. And then it finally happened. You told me you felt the same way like I did, if not more. And that line, well, "I fell in love with you the moment you kept your plastic ruler in the sunlight and made rainbows on my desk with it. You made my life colourful from the boring monochrome without even knowing."

Cheesy AF, I would still say.

But that was the very moment you gave me your heart for safe-keeping, and I promised you; I won't break it ever.

I've never told you this, but you make me feel safe and comfortable just like my father used to. I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself; as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you. Nothing compares to your embrace, Virat. Nothing compares to the moments we share; be it star-gazing with blankets wrapped around us, or how we secretly dance to the music with our headphones on. You've no idea how much I love being kissed on the nose by you. *Monkey closing eyes emoji*

Anyway, I know next year's going to be difficult for us as you'll be going for your cricket matches because when I'm with you, I don't feel lonely. But I'm sure one thing's going to be the same... nevertheless. My love, Virat.

I'm always going to love you, and time is nothing.

So can I ask for something tonight? 

Can I hang out with you?

For my whole life?

Love always.

Your girlfriend,

Mish.