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When he calls you "mommy" for the first time in front of your friend and you pretend you didn't just hear that.

She's a 10 b– sike you thought there was any but. She's a 10, periodt.

Assert dominance by sticking your bindi on his bathroom wall.

Memories lie in a bowl of muesli and berries that I don't like but eat them only 'cause you've prepared it. Memories lie in boarding the last bus to run to you. They lie in the evening we got drenched on our way to home. Each moment bloomed to be a memory. Memory of you passing me the cup of coffee, of us being baked under the sun on a Sunday afternoon, of me waking up next to you.

No I'm not gonna be in a healthy relationship. What if I run out of content to write on?!!?!

I wanted to pretend that I didn't remember your birthday. Because I shouldn't remember your birthday. But I guess my brain and my mouth failed to be in sync. I was caught off-guard while being mentally invested in a printed notebook on "Forensic science" sitting on your study table. I was too embarassed to say "of course I remember".

You know, while asking someone if they liked fairy lights, they said they weren't fond of them, that their existence didn't matter to them. They didn't even ask me if I liked fairy lights. The other day when you and I were speaking, I remember you going about the details of where you had your red strip lights and how your cat was curious about the lights enough to ruin them. You didn't ask me whether I liked fairy lights. You said you remembered me being upset on the eve of Diwali because one of the bulbs from the fairy lights had stopped working.

Victor Hugo gave his fiancee a live bat in an envelope. When are you gonna send me a cat in a parcel? Huh?

The feminine urge to watch Fleabag again

I love it when someone says things like “Would've been more fun if you were here" or "I wish you were here so we could do this and this". It shows that you kinda matter to them to certain degrees, that your existence matters. They mean that your mere presence could have a difference. And what's so subtle yet beautiful than this ?

He sang along to Perfect by Ed Sheeran while holding your hands only to leave in the end.

Guys be calling "my girl" and then ghost you for weeks.