I like you, and I want to tell everyone. I like you, and I want to surround you with love, to make you feel like the happiest person in the world. I like you, and I’ll plan dates, activities, surprises—so every day feels like a movie. I’ll keep doing that—every day, every night, every minute, every second. I’ll weave you into my life, into my meals, my breath, my thoughts. I’ll let the world know—he’s a part of her.

I like you. If you want to work, I’ll help you, support you, give you options, let you choose. If you don’t want to work, I’ll work hard to make money, buy everything you need, go wherever you need to go, see whatever you want to see, do whatever you want to do. It’s already 2025—gender roles and social expectations shouldn’t be holding us back anymore. I no longer accept those. I just want to love you, be with you, in my own way.

I don’t mind taking care of everything—as long as you’re with me. You don’t have to work. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you want to go out, go. If you want to come back, come. I want to love you deeply—because I’ve grown up.