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Not perfect. Not scripted. Just us — in photos, tiny moments, and a little surprise at the end.
ps. click anything that looks clickable :)
Tap a card. It flips. Some are cheesy. Some are real. All are you.
No stress. Just vibes. If you get it “wrong” I’ll still love you more, promise.
Click the dots, it opens the moment.
Every picture is a “why” I smile for no reason in public.
Not loud promises. Just quiet things I choose, every single day.
Dear Jaana,
I don’t love you in a dramatic, movie-dialogue way. I love you in the everyday way — in pauses, tired moments, and the comfort of knowing you’re there.
You are not someone I need to impress. You are someone I want to protect — your peace, your softness, and even the parts you don’t show easily.
I promise I won’t always have the right words, but I will always have the intention to understand you. I’ll stay. I’ll learn. I’ll grow — with you.
You don’t need to earn love from me. You already have it.
— yours, quietly and completely.
Ayaan
You can actually blow the candles. If mic doesn't work, use the big “Blow” button.
Read it slow. And please don’t laugh at my dramatic husband energy.
I don’t know how to explain this without sounding a little insane — but you make things feel possible. Like even on messy days, even when my head is loud, your existence makes the world softer.
I notice the small stuff. Your expressions when you’re trying not to smile. How you look at me like you’re holding a secret. How you become this whole universe in the simplest moment.
And listen — I’m not here to be perfect. I’m here to be real. I want to learn you, understand you, protect your peace, and still flirt with you like I’ve got no shame.
— your stupid, mad-in-love husband (future tense, but still).
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