the story of us so far

Tashlyn

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for tashlyn · a story in the making

Dear
Tashlyn,

Somewhere between a friend request and a thousand goodnights, you became the part of my day I look forward to most. This page is the story of us so far — and everything next month is going to be.

Iwhere it started

One little notification

It began with the smallest thing — a notification on Facebook, the kind I'd usually swipe away without thinking.

Except it was you.

I didn't know it then, but tapping Confirm was the first page of this whole story. I've been happily lost in it ever since.

IIevery night, the same ritual

Talking to you is my favorite habit

Somewhere along the way, chatting with you on WhatsApp became the best part of my day. Every night, the same tab stays open — the one with your name on it.

This is more or less how it goes:

23:475G · 98%
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message Tashlyn…

Her voice — the sound I'd know with my eyes closed.

This is how every night ends now. I wouldn't trade a single one.

IIIthe sound of you

Voice notes I replay too many times

And then you send a voice note, and my whole day stops. I've replayed them more times than I'll ever admit — your laugh, the way you say my name, even your quiet little goodnight.

"good morning, sleepy"0:12
her laughing at my joke0:08
"goodnight, you"0:19

Go on — press play. They're yours to keep.

IVthe smile problem

Video calls & that smile

Video calls are my favorite kind of trouble. The second your face loads and you smile at something silly I said — that's it. That's my whole heart, gone.

Tashlyn smiling on a video call
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Tashlynthe smile I'm counting down to

Every call ends the same way: neither of us wanting to hang up first. Tap the heart — she deserves them.

Vthe moments I keep

A lane of little favorites

Ten photos. A thousand feelings. Swipe through the moments I keep closest — and tap any of them to hold it a little longer.

swipe · tap any photo to hold it longer

VIthe distance

Two cities, one direction

my city her city

8,457 km apart — for now

keep scrolling — watch the distance disappear

finally.

VIIthe countdown

Next month has a due date

Every heartbeat on this page is pointed at one date on the calendar. The distance has an expiry date — and it's already circled in red.

–days : –hours : –minutes : –seconds

it ticks even when you're not looking.

VIIIflowers that don't wilt

A bouquet, pressed for forever

Real flowers fade — these won't. Three blooms, picked from the moments I keep closest, and they open every single time you touch them.

press each bloom — they open for you, every time.

IXthe reasons

A few of the million reasons

I tried to make a list once. It got out of hand quickly — so here are just six, tucked away where you can find them whenever you need proof.

Your good-mornings

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The first voice of my day, before coffee even kicks in. You wake me up better than caffeine ever could.

The way you text back

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Instant when it matters, slow when you're out living your life — and worth the wait, every single time.

Your playlists

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Every song you've ever sent me is now a song about you. My whole library is compromised.

That smile

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Scientifically inexplicable. It should be studied, written about, and — ideally — kept by me.

Two cities, one plan

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Every kilometre between us is just a countdown wearing a disguise.

Simply: you

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Everything else on this page is a symptom. You are the cause.

tap a card · six of about a million

one last thing

Everything above is already true. The last part lives in a sealed envelope — and it has your name on it.