i love her in a way that ruins the way i see everyone else. like the second she existed in my life, the standard changed and suddenly no one’s voice sounds right if it’s not hers, no one’s presence feels full unless she’s in the room, even if the room is just a screen and a name lit up. i love her in a way that makes me feel ridiculous sometimes, like how can someone make me feel this much and not even be right next to me? i love her when she’s soft and sweet, and i love her when she’s moody and difficult. i love her when she says things that don’t make sense, when she tells me one thing and means another, when she contradicts herself and still manages to be the most emotionally intelligent person i know (even if she doesn't know how to use it properly). i don’t need her to be perfect, i just need her. whatever version of her shows up that day, i want it. i love her bossiness, her chaos, her sharp tongue, her warm heart. she could call me the worst names and i’d still be there, still yearning for her, because underneath it all, it’s love. i feel it in every word she doesn’t say out loud. i love her so much it makes me speechless sometimes. like no words can hold the weight of how i feel when she makes time for me even when she’s busier than the devil during the end of the world. when she laughs on call and it feels like everything’s okay. when she tells me she loves me in her own little way and it hits harder than anything i’ve ever heard. she makes me feel like i’m enough, like i matter, like i’m seen and i don’t take that lightly. i never will. this isn’t just some passing thing. i’m in it and i’m in deep. and even on her worst days, even when she feels too broken to be loved, i’ll still love her. because she’s not too much. she’s not too complicated. she’s just her. and that’s all i ever want. i love you, jannat.