Some important writings. I don't think they're all on paper. Here I will immortalize them, for you to read whenever you want, and think about the days before we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I was just a guy, with a big crush.

February 5, 2026
I wrote this for you on my way to Belgium, along with some roses. They withered a little, but made it all the way. I wrote this to you, as my valentine, my only valentine. Forever and ever.

Dead roses are beautiful. That’s what I think. They’re gorgeous. Perfect. I’ve never seen a more beautiful flower. The first time I saw a rose I thought meh, what’s so great about them? But then it died, and it was such a beautiful shade. Dull, but full. Strong. Striking. Beautiful. Just beautiful. I saw you. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. Nope, never. Not even. I met you. I kissed you. I fell in love with you. And now I’ve been granted a girlfriend who’s the first and only angel to walk on this earth. And guess what? Now you’re my Valentine. I feel as though God is rewarding me for everything good I’ve ever done. But no reward could come close to the chance encounter of a lifetime that was meeting you. You’re beyond words Priya. Priya Priya Priya Priya Priya, Priya. That’s such a beautiful name. A name so out of this world even my awful obnoxious endless child-like imagination could never conceive it. If you told me I would meet a woman named Priya and she’d take my hand, kiss me, talk to me, love me, want me, adore me. Well, I just don’t believe that. That kind of thing only happens in movies. Maybe my life’s a movie. Maybe you’re the director. I’m just your actor. I do as you say, you give me my lines, you give me direction, I’m your star. Or maybe you’re my star, and I’m the one capturing every move you make. On camera, filtered through my eyes. I’d get all your good angels. You’d be an overnight sensation. That’s a movie I’d go see. See a million times. It’d be my favorite. We’re together, we’re in Belgium, we were just in London, we’re laughing, we’re smiling, we’re in love. Tomorrow we’ll be in love. Yesterday we were in love. I’m in love with you Priya. You know this, I know this. I want you to know that I’m in love with you. You’re perfect. You’re more beautiful than a dead rose. They’re boring. They’re dull, they’re bleak they’re dead. Dead dead, dead dead. What’s so good about being dead. I’ve never been captivated by anything the way I am by you. Your figure enchants me, your eyes reel me in. I’m stuck, I can’t get out. I don’t want to get out. I don’t want to be released from your wire. Your spell. Don’t throw me back in the water. I want to know this warmth forever. Your warmth. I need a lifetime with you, and then another one. Dead roses are beautiful, but they’re ugly. I’ve been ugly, but you make me beautiful. You’re beautiful, you’re smart-you’re a genius. Teach me everything you’ve ever learned in your beautiful life. And I’ll keep giving you flowers. Roses, lily’s, tulips, lotus, whatever you want. I’ll give you anything you want. I’m yours forever. Happy Valentine’s Day Priya.

February 13, 2026
I wrote these down as well. Some things that I think we would enjoy together. I will cook them for you, maybe teach you how to cook them as well, but first I have to learn. There is no receipe I have in mind yet, but let's have this list be a note of what we want to make first.

- Potato leek soup
- Vodka pasta with sausage and Fresno chili
- Properly emulsify buttered noodles
- Beurre monte
- Sardine and coconut
- Red curry with jasmine rice
- Daal thurka and roti


January 18, 2026
An early writing, my wants.

I want her
I want her to acknowledge me
I want her to look at my wounds
I want her to kiss them
I want her to kiss me
I want her to hold me
I want her to protect me I want her to keep me safe
I want her around me
I want her to touch me with care I want her to listen to me
I want her to look at me
I want her to look at me
I want her to really look at me
I want her to understand me
I want her to want to understand me
I need her to believe in me
I need her

January 13, 2026
Things I wanted her to do to me.

Things I want her to do to me.
Look at me,
laugh at me.
Listen to me.
Sing to me.
Scream at me.
Cut me,
burn me.
Rape me.
Try to understand me.
Care for me, learn for me.
Learn about me.
Hurt me.
Tell me she needs me.
Tell me she wants me.
Tell her God about me..
Most of all,
Love me.