The Anatomy of Falling (Featuring You)

Remember the days you used to bug me about telling you how I feel about you?
The days you’d ask me what I love about you—like that’s a one-line answer.

I’ve wanted to tell you everything for a long time now. All of it.
Some things are easy to say, some are still being figured out, and some just refuse to come out right when I try to explain them. So this is small, but it’s honest. This is me finally saying what’s been going on in my head for a while.

I’ve replayed this conversation a hundred times—thinking about how I’d tell you all this in person. And every time, I run out of words.
And I know you like hearing it again and again, so read this on the days you wonder, Does he love me?

Yes. I do.

I do—from the moment I kissed you.
I do—from the moment I left early without hugging you and instantly felt stupid about it.
I do—from the time you came to Delhi on your first layover of the year and it felt like someone had dropped a heavy stone on my chest for no reason I could explain.

I know I’ve told you this before, but I just can’t take my eyes off your brows. They’re perfect.
Perfect enough to make me hopeless.
Perfect enough to officially make me a gone case.

And every time you call me hopeless, I sit there smiling like an idiot—teeth out, fully exposed—waiting for you to roast me. I know you enjoy it.
And honestly? I do too.

No one has ever given me this many nicknames. Ever.
Every morning I wake up wondering, Alright, what am I today?

You talk a lot.
I listen a lot.
And I genuinely love that dynamic.

It feels like we’ve known each other forever—even though we haven’t. Everything with you feels easy. No effort, no pretending. It actually makes me wonder if this was meant to be.
And yeah, I think it was.

You forget things easily, and I happily become your personal reminder app. I keep track of things you need to do, things you’ll forget, things you’ll remember later.

But then you remember the small stuff—like asking me to remove my watch when I fall asleep on calls.
And that’s it. That’s enough to make me fall all over again.

I love how particular you are about the things that matter to you. Your work, especially. That was one of the first things I noticed—how passionate you are about what you do.

And I love how you talk about flights.
How you look up every time one passes overhead.
How excited you get explaining them to me.

Seeing that spark in your eyes—
yeah, that just makes me happy.

I may not always show it properly, but I really love the little things you do—the ones that actually matter.
The flowers you send. The small gestures you think will make me feel loved. The way you show you care without making a big deal out of it.

It means more than you think.

It gives me a sense of certainty. A connection. A bond I’ve honestly never felt before. It makes me feel like this isn’t a one-way street—that we’re both walking in the same direction.

With you, nothing feels forced.
I don’t feel insecure about the people around you or the things happening in your life. Not because those things don’t matter—but because your actions always reassure me.

I can see how much effort you’ve put into building the trust we share, the bond we have. And that’s something I don’t take lightly.

I never thought I’d be this person.
This calm.
This secure.
This sure.

You bring out a side of me I didn’t even know existed.

And trust me, girl—I never thought I’d be in a long-distance relationship.
Yet here I am, choosing it, every day.
Because somehow, with you, even the distance feels manageable.

choose you.
Not because it’s easy.
Not because it’s convenient.

I choose you because you feel right.

Even on the days when I miss you too much, even when time zones mess things up, even when all I want is to be in the same place—you’re still my choice.

And honestly? I’d take distance with you over closeness with anyone else.

You are the call option I'd always go long on!!