The Little “We” 💗
I swear, sometimes the smallest things can make me the happiest person alive.
That day, I saw his Close Friend story.
And it said:
“Tell me, if you don’t talk to me, how can we go to Tirupati together?”
I don’t even know how many times I read that sentence.
Probably way too many.
Because all I could see was one tiny word.
We.
We.
Not “you.”
Not “me.”
We.
And suddenly my heart was doing that stupid little thing it always does when it’s him.
Like — wait.
We’re going together?
You mean you actually imagine me there with you?
You actually think about us going somewhere together?
And then I noticed the song.
MS Subbulakshmi’s Gattivaadavani Pattithi Ni Cheyi.
The feeling of it was so beautiful — holding someone’s hand because they’re strong, because you trust them, because you believe they won’t leave your hand.
And OH MY GOD.
Why did he have to put THAT song with THAT message?
My heart genuinely did not know what to do.
I was just sitting there smiling at my phone like an absolute idiot.
The kind of smile you try to hide even though nobody is around.
The kind where you put your phone down for two seconds, stare at the wall, and then pick it up again just to read the story one more time.
And suddenly Tirupati wasn’t just a place anymore.
It became this tiny little imaginary future in my head.
Me and him.
Going together.
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Talking.
Laughing.
Walking beside each other.
Maybe arguing over something stupid.
Maybe teasing each other.
Maybe just sitting quietly.
And somehow, the thought of it made me ridiculously, unbelievably happy.
It wasn’t some huge confession.
He didn’t say,
“I want to be with you forever.”
He just said:
“How can we go together?”
But sometimes, teenage hearts don’t need huge declarations.
Sometimes one little “we” is enough to make an entire day feel magical.
And that day?
I was happy.
Not the normal kind of happy.
Not “oh, that’s nice” happy.
I mean the embarrassing, butterflies-everywhere, smiling-at-nothing, replaying-the-story-in-my-head kind of happy.
The kind of happiness where you secretly hope nobody can tell just how much one person can affect you.
And maybe that’s what I love most about being young and falling for someone.
Everything feels enormous.
A story feels like a message.
A song feels like a confession.
A tiny word feels like a promise.
And one imaginary trip to Tirupati can somehow feel like the beginning of an entire little love story.
Maybe it meant exactly what I hoped it meant.
Maybe it didn’t.
But for those few minutes, I didn’t care.
Because he had said “we.”
And my heart was already there. 💗
