My favourite secret, Two years. Two whole years of us being us. Which is kind of crazy considering you still act like you’re in some undercover spy mission every time your friends get remotely close to finding out about me. You’ve almost been exposed more times than a badly written plot twist, and yet somehow you still manage to pretend you’re single. Oscar-worthy performance, honestly. If there were awards for “Girlfriend Who Acts Single But Is Actually Obsessed,” you’d win. Repeatedly. I know you say you want to keep me all to yourself. And I won’t lie - there’s something ridiculously cute about that. Like I’m your little treasure you hide away from the world. But just so you know… I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to guard me like the last slice of cake at a party. You love so loudly in the quietest ways. You’re the one who holds me together when everything feels heavy. When the world has taken too much from us. When we’ve had to say goodbye to people we weren’t ready to lose. You sit there, pretending you’re fine, making sure I’m okay first - like your heart doesn’t ache too. But I see you. I see the parts you try to hide behind your smile. You’re brave in a way you don’t give yourself credit for. And can we talk about the fact that you genuinely don’t realise how beautiful you are? It’s almost offensive. The way you laugh when you forget to hold it in. The way your eyes do that soft thing when you’re comforting me. The way you frown when you’re concentrating. You are unfairly gorgeous. Unnecessarily cute. Disrespectfully pretty. The way you get shy when I look at you for too long. The way your cheeks warm up when I lean in close. The way you pretend you’re not affected when I whisper something just for you. But I know you are. I love the way you melt a little when I pull you closer. The way your fingers tighten in my shirt like you’re trying to keep me right there. The soft way you say my name when it’s just us. The look in your eyes when the world disappears for a second and it’s only me and you. Those moments? They’re mine. Ours. us being from different cultures… me being half Japanese and Korean, you being Sri Lankan. I know it makes you nervous sometimes. I know you overthink what people might say. What families might expect. But I don’t see “different.” I see beautiful. I see the way our worlds blend in the softest way. The way your traditions, your food, your language, your stories feel like something I want to learn, not something that scares me. You’re not something that needs explaining. You’re something I’m proud of. We’re not complicated. We’re just… us. You don’t have to hide me because of fear. You don’t have to shrink yourself because of what anyone might think. I’m not embarrassed. I’m not hesitant. I’m not going anywhere. You are cute. You are breathtaking. You are unfairly pretty when you think no one’s looking. You are soft and strong and stubborn and possessive in the sweetest way. And when you get nervous introducing me one day? I’ll squeeze your hand and remind you - I’m yours. Not a secret. Not a risk. Not a mistake. Yours. Forever your very patient, very in love boyfriend - R🤍