i 🩷 ishant

happy 17th naisha, i and lil naisha are both proud of the women you have become, to be so loving and to be so kind is not something everyone can do like my baby girl does. thank you for making world a better place to live in. i only wish the best for you, yet i can't wish you anything, for anything this world possesses is nothing compared to the sparkle in your eyes and the tint of your lips and the brown in your eyes and the lovely voice of yours. i am amazed by you, like young ishant was by stars and galaxies, they're a world apart, which sadly is our truth too, we are both in a different world, so far yet so close, that you know everything about me, and you tell me you trust me and tell me the most of what anyone else knows, makes me feel v important. i wish we share a home someday, not a house or an apartment, a home. i know i will have my home as long as i have you, i know i will know where to come back to, as long as i have you, i wanna wake you up at 6, for us to make out and shower and go to the gym everyday, then come back to have our fav breakfast and go to work, then sit close on a sofa in the evening while watching something, i know we both won't remember anything about the movie as we'll be too busy exploring each other *wink wink*

your smile has my heart, like most other features of yours. your eyes are like the opening to vega, the brightest star there is in winter, the brown tint, the way light bounces off them, the beauty they are and the beauty they see in everything. i love your cheeks and your lil dimples when you give a silly but cute smile in the numerous pics you send me with your cute expressions, those are my fav part of the day. your sweet lips don't taste the best through the screen, i wish i could taste them like they are meant to be loved and touched and kissed, i wish i could get your lip gloss all over mine and the blush of your cheeks, not due to some product but because of the adrenaline rush it would be to kiss you.

i love you, i think that's clear by now, and i want the best for you, "id sell my own bones for sapphire stones cause blue's your fav colour" suits us, but idk about sapphire stones but pink pasta sounds lovely, aapko fir ek jelly jaise ishu se kaam chalana padega but yes (sofunny).

i hope this year, we don't fight much and we try to better understand each other, and i love you so much, i love us so much, i wish i get the chance to write the 70th birthday wish for you as well. you are my fav collection of atoms in the world, the fav symphony ever, every love song reminds me of you, every couple i see, every cute thing i see, every cute baby; i see you in the prayers i pray for you to be okay, i see you in the mirror every day when my comb my hair, i see you in the feeling of warmth i feel every evening when i talk to you, i see you in the lilac of the evening skies, i see you in the earth colours ever since you told me some 2 years ago that you like earthy colours, i see you in strawberries since your code name was strawberry and mine was banana, i see you in everything that was and will ever be mine, i see you in the morning fog, and i see you when i have trouble sleeping at night, i see you in the air i breathe, thank you for being my baby. i love you to 1400 km that separates us and back. happy birthday naisha <3

god knew id be too weak for the world without my gentle, nerdy boy, who tells me about his super niche interests.

i will always come back to him when the world gets mean, because he is my sweet boy, my home.

when i count my blessings, i count him twice, because there’s no one else who could’ve woven so beautifully into my life.

who needs the world when i can have my baby 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 i- ill cry at any point now, she is so cute i- what tf did i even do to get an angel like her :((((( god protect her please

my hand has 27 bones. each of mine misses each of yours.// spaces between your fingers are supposed to be filled with mine.// i love your eyes. //the stars could gleam all throughout the night sky and yet,i'd still prefer to watch them through your eyes.

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