So here is the truth: I want you. I keep thinking about you. I have stared at your picture a thousand times before, and I am looking at it for the thousand and oneth time now.

It’s so weird, to be honest. I always want to be seeing you, your prettiest smile, and hearing the most magical voice.

It’s like my love starts with you, grows with you, and wants to be there only for you.

And to be honest, babe, even if I am in a room full of people, my heart keeps wishing you were there instead, in front of me, talking to me in your melodious voice.

I miss you babe. I am most terribly missing you.

The future me stops typing and hits the send button. Feeling sad that she is not next to me.

“Babe!” a voice shouts, and the prettiest girl I have ever seen comes and stands next to me, wearing a beautiful saree and says, “I was gone only for five minutes! I am your wife now, you idiot. And still just five minutes away and you decide to send me this text.” She raises her phone, not knowing what to do with her idiot, madly-in-love husband, who had just sent a long text about how much he misses her.