
I made you a space. It has too many cats.
stuff i've been quietly collecting about you.
small things i would like with you.
you show up on my phone and i start smiling before i even open the chat.
you say one funny thing and i am grinning at my phone like an idiot.
i want to rewatch hunter x hunter with you, the series, and the movie
i want to hold your hand and apply nailpaint, cuz it is a serious job
i want to go on long walks with you
i want to send you little things that make you smile
i want to make you laugh and then immediately get too proud of myself
i want to be around for the ordinary parts. most of them.
i want to save you the last bite of the dessert
i like the all details you share. pre-work fits, today's workout, what hurts after. all of it.
i want us to just be around, doing nothing
i want to stare at the moon with you and still think, "nice try, but she's prettier"
and a hundred other small things i don't know how to name yet.
Hey Bhumika,
i know this whole thing is buried under cat memes and dumb jokes. underneath all that, i'm being honest with you.
talking to you doesn't feel like a performance. you say what you mean. you actually listen. that's rarer than you think it is.
you said not to do things for you yet, that we barely know each other. fair. but i still ended up making this. i couldn't hand you peonies through a screen. i couldn't drop a bowl of nesingeki on your desk either. so a little space it is. it's a little stupid. i made it anyway, you're worth being a little stupid for.
you've made the last little while softer than it had any reason to be.
Yours truly,
amar.

mr catto wants you to say yes.