someone made you a little corner of the internet. it's small, it's handmade, and every part of it is about you. tap through when you're ready.
tap the envelope
chapter one
This is us on the map — me in Linz, you in Southampton. See the glowing line between us? Tap it. There's a letter traveling on it right now.
👆 tap the glowing line to open the letter
Prasamsha —
I said things recently that were harsh and unfair, and I'm sorry. Not "sorry, but." Just sorry.
This line on the map is the easy part. Being softer with you is the part I'm actually working on.
Right now, this very second, someone in Linz is thinking about someone in Southampton.
— always, Gaurav
chapter two
Your time and my time, side by side. No matter what the clocks say, we always find each other.
chapter three
Tap each one — these are real dates. I checked.
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Somewhere between a hundred Instagram reels, sending you funny things became my favorite hobby. My reels tab is basically a folder called "things Prasamsha needs to see."
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You called me. We talked for 88 minutes and it felt like 8. Then we called again. That was the day I knew this wasn't just chatting anymore.
tap
I said it. I meant it. I still mean it, even when you reply "Ok."
tap
Not my smoothest delivery, but the most honest thing I've typed. Still true.
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timi nepali ma bolda cute suninchau. Scientific fact. Peer reviewed by me.
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Through the good days and the messy ones — I'm still the guy who lights up when your name pops up on my screen.
chapter four
I said harsh things to you recently. Things you didn't deserve, in a tone you didn't deserve. I'm not going to dress it up with "I was stressed" or "you made me feel" — there's no version of that day where I was right. I'm sorry. Unconditionally. Full stop.
And here's the part I don't say enough: every single time I've messed up, you've been there to forgive me. Every time. You never held it over my head, you just… let me be better. I don't take that for granted, Prasamsha. I'm grateful for it more than you know — and I know forgiveness isn't something I get to keep withdrawing like it's unlimited.
So no demands, no "do you even like me." Just this: you matter to me exactly as you are — short replies, savage reels, and all.
— Gauravchapter five
Six little cards. Tap to flip. Save them for the right day.
Even mid-argument, I'd still rather be disagreeing with you than getting along with anyone else. Also — argue in Nepali if you want. It sounds cuter, remember?
Linz to Southampton is about 1,200 km. That's roughly 800 reels, or one very long call. We've already proven we can do 88 minutes without noticing. Same sky, cutie.
Check your DMs — I've probably already sent you a reel. If not, just say the word. Making you laugh is my favorite job.
you're my perfect type 🫶🫶 — I said that on April 15 and nothing since has changed my mind. Not one thing.
You spend your days learning to take care of everyone else. Sit down, put on Weezer, breathe — and let someone look after the future nurse for once. Southampton is lucky to have you.
Remember when we asked that astrology app on ChatGPT about us — and it said our relationship would be tough and we'd have to really work at it? Fine. Then let's work at it. I want to prove ChatGPT wrong, with you.
chapter six
Tap anywhere in the box. Every flower you plant blooms with a reason I like you.
chapter seven
Tap the stack to flip through. Every single one is my favorite.
chapter eight
The music so far was just background. This record has your song on it — Go Away by Weezer. Grab the arm on the right and drag it onto the record: the background music will fade out, and your song will start.
👆 touch the arm on the right, drag it onto the record, let go
🎵 now playing: Go Away — Weezer
right here, whenever you're ready, Prasamsha 🤍
chapter nine
You spend all day learning to look after other people. My turn. Tap how you're feeling right now and I'll write you a little prescription.
the final level
That's me in the pink shirt, running to you. The storm clouds are our fights — tap the game to jump over them, grab 5 hearts on the way, and you'll find yourself waiting at the end.
ready?
tap anywhere on the game to jump. the clouds are dramatic. so am I.
the last chapter
(hold the heart — the a's stretch the way I actually type your name)
press & hold the heart
I like you, Prasamsha. On your terms, at your pace, in whatever language you feel like using. Whenever you want to talk, I'm one message away.
message me 💬