“Marry someone who looks at you like how he does”, a friend said.

Thank you for being my cheerleader 

I only have one simple question for you, if it isn’t too much to ask.

Can you be my cheerleader forever?

Maybe I am jumping the gun. But pursuing you feels like what I’ve envisioned “loving for the sake of Allah” means

I want to be your biggest fan

I want to be the one you vent to

I want to always ask you “how’s your day?”

I want to vent to you about my work

I want to send as many Kudos to you on Strava as I can

I want to like every IG story you post

I want to enter your world

I want you to tell me the names of your family members

I want to be your safe space

I want to be your sounding board

I want to be your running and hiking buddy

I want to be your all-time jamming buddy

I want to make kek batik for you all the time

I want you to trade songs with you

I want to look at you with starry eyes

I want to buy you running clothes

I want to be given mementos from your races

I want you to always watch my stories within minutes, because the target audience has always been just you

I want it all

I just need to take that one big step