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[androgynoustran]

Love Through Letters

Luca:

It was a bright, unseasonably warm afternoon in Germany when I first discovered the pen-pal app, “Slowly.” The name intrigued me. In a world obsessed with speed, the idea of taking things slow appealed to me. As a computer science student, my life was a whirlwind of coding and deadlines. I wanted something different—something genuine. So, I signed up, hoping to connect with someone from a distant corner of the globe, someone whose life was completely different from mine.

A few days passed. I received messages from people, but none seemed to capture my interest until I opened a letter from someone named Pri. Her name rolled off my tongue like honey, sweet and inviting. With a flicker of excitement, I read her reply. She spoke of languages with a passion that mirrored my own. I felt like I’d found a kindred spirit.

“Hey, Luca!” she had written cheerily.

Her words danced in my head as I read how she, too, found beauty in the cadence of languages. She spoke four languages and was learning more, a feat that made her seem so worldly, so vibrant. I quickly drafted a response, my fingers flying over the keyboard. I wanted to tell her about my fascination with programming languages, how they were like a secret code to all the wonders of technology. But most of all, I wanted her to see me—really see me—a young man with dreams, fears, and a longing for connection.

Across our letters, I began to slip little pieces of myself into the conversation. I told her about my favorite books, the late-night coding marathons, and the quiet moments when I stared at the stars, pondering the vastness of the universe. With every letter, I felt like I was unveiling another layer of my soul, and Pri was reciprocating.

Pri:

The first time I saw his name flash on my screen, I felt an exhilarating mixture of curiosity and eagerness. I had never considered a pen-pal before, but Luca seemed different. His warm demeanor seeped through his words, as if I could hear him jovially chuckling at his own musings on linguistics. The very notion that we lived in such different worlds, yet found a beautiful intersection in our love for languages, fascinated me.

In my reply, I elaborated on how much languages spoke to me—their sounds, the beautiful scripts, and the cultural heritage embedded within them. As I typed away, I imagined Luca reading my words thousands of miles away in Germany. He felt like a safety net, someone who didn’t judge me by the color of my skin or the complexity of my background, but appreciated me for who I was at that moment.

We exchanged messages that morphed into a rhythmic dance of correspondence. From sharing our favorite foods to discussing our ambitions, I loved the wide gulf that separated us—almost like a barrier that nonetheless allowed us to connect more authentically. In between studying for my business administration degree, I relished every moment spent crafting my letters to Luca, often squinting at the screen deep into the night, my hair a frizzy mess and documents piled high.

Luca:

As the weeks turned into months, I grew more invested in Pri's tales from India. She spoke of the bustling streets of Delhi, of aromatic spices that tickled her senses, and festivals filled with color and laughter. To hear her convey her cultural pride was intoxicating. I wanted to learn more—about her life, her family, and her dreams.

In turn, I shared snippets of my own world. I described the quiet beauty of the Black Forest and the vibrant yet subdued atmosphere of my university life. I sent her pictures, meticulously chosen to encapsulate moments of joy, and urged her to do the same. Each image added another layer to the reality of our correspondence. The screens were no longer just portals; they felt like windows into each other's lives.

One day, I took a bold step; I invited her to video chat. The thought sent butterflies racing in my stomach. What if the easy flow of messages didn’t translate? What if our connection faded in person? The anxiety twisted in my gut, but I hit send, and waited, heart pounding.

Pri:

Luca's video chat invitation left me electrified and anxious at once. I had never done anything like this before. My fingers trembled as I looked at the clock, counting down the minutes until our call. What if I said the wrong thing? What if the connection dropped? I furiously rearranged my room, trying to create a backdrop that would show the best side of me. I had gotten so used to our letters that the idea of hearing his voice felt daunting but equally exciting.

When Luca’s face finally appeared on my screen, all my fears dissipated. His wide smile was genuine, and his blue eyes sparkled with warmth. Hearing him speak was like music; it was comforting yet exhilarating. We talked for hours, forgetting the time entirely, mesmerized by the nuances of each other’s lives.

Every laugh, every shared secret deepened the bond we were building. I saw him lean back, his eyebrows knitting together as he focused on my words, and it made my heart skip. By the end of our call, I realized I was falling for the man behind the letters—the multifaceted person who held the entire world in his gaze.

Luca:

As our correspondence unfolded, it became clear that our bond was morphing into something profound. I mean, who would have thought that a simple app could lead to this? With every letter and every video chat, my feelings for Pri grew stronger, wrapping around my heart like ivy climbing a trellis. I found myself daydreaming about visiting her, walking side by side through the crowded streets of Delhi, tasting spices together, and experiencing Holi’s riotous colors.

Ironically, our cultural differences seemed to fuse us more than separate us. I realized that her perspectives offered me new insights, and I longed to explore the tapestry of her life just as she was stepping into mine.

Perhaps one day, we would no longer be bound by screens. Perhaps one day, I could hold her hand beneath the same starry sky I had so often shared in writing—turning the dreams of our slow beginnings into a vibrant reality.

In the end, “Slowly” had transformed our lives, leaving two hearts intertwined across oceans—a love story bound not by geography, but by an unwavering connection formed through letters and whispers.

[androgynoustran]

I'm probably not in my right mind when i say, "I feel like i'm falling in love with someone."

[androgynoustran]

How much i love you

I don't know what this feeling is,

maybe my heart still has to learn a lot

The continuous restlessness is tiring me;

found myself again strangled in your thoughts

There's no going back, cause I need you,

your presence around me, your voice, your touch

I'm craving for your warmth, so please

embrace me cause no words can express alone

How much i love you.

[androgynoustran]

How terribly human

No matter how people try to express their perspective on the beauty of love, the truth is that this only exist in literature or novels. The reality is not similar to it. In reality people are terrible and so is their love. Humans are unpredictable it's hard to say what is going on through their heads. Might one time they make you feel like a special one while the other they pretend they hadn't ever met you.

It genuinely hurts when you shed tears for someone who doesn't even care about you. It hurts when you see the person with whom you made promises kissing some other woman. It really hurts when you find yourself in such a miserable state where you tend to lose all your hopes towards life. You start hating yourself for being so naive, for believing that true love exists. No matter how everything was or how it would be, the only truth is the present terrible state of you.

[androgynoustran]

Others: what's wrong with you?

Me who is a capricorn, an intj and the middle child

[androgynoustran]

While reading the manga i stumbled upon a really cool panel and so tried to draw the same. Not very good at drawing but here's how it turned out. I simply have no desire to add any thing further although it looks kinda incomplete.

Manga: raise wa tanin ga ii

[androgynoustran]

If I were to find a soulmate, i'd prefer someone who doesn't speak any of the languages i know. Later, we can sort it out together.

[androgynoustran]

Shall we kiss?

Shall we kiss? nervously he asked her voice trembled, she nodded as soon as their lips touched forgot what and where both were tasting each other sweetness felt could be the love at the moment that laid somewhere deep inside them tongues collided, a moan was heard depths were impatiently discovered as they parted, both were breathless

[androgynoustran]

I tore the fifth page, being tied up with my thoughts my head became a mess. Realising the situation in which I was and my heart fluttering. The feeling was something strange that I craved to feel from the past years till now. It wasn't uncomfortable neither I hated it but my soul craved for those warm words, the affection that existed inside those letters, making me want to hear your voice. I wonder how would it sound like. I don't care about the fact that we haven't saw each other until now but what matters is our long meaningful conversations that we had through our letters. That was intriguing to just listen how did you spend your week? what new things you did? what dishes you prepared but when you had your first kiss? Wasn't something I really wanted to hear. You were happy and I can't deny the sadness I was feeling at the same time. I was appalled after hearing your words. For a moment, I was surprised, no, I was shocked. Like you I also wasn't expecting this to happen on the very day you were having your stage performance that you were looking forward to. You had put a lot of your effort in it and I hoped it to go well for you but coming to know about the other thing made me realised about my feelings that were maybe somewhere deep inside my heart. I don't know how would you react if you know about it. I don't have the least idea. We haven't seen each other so is it bad for me to feel this way? Are my feelings really considerate? I don't know what would be the best but for now I've decided not to confess to you, my feelings would keep lingering inside me. For now, I'll continue writing letters filled with my love and support. If it's really love, maybe you'd realise it someday.

I took out an another paper and again tried to write the reply for your pervious letter (this time more calmly)

To my dear friend Lucas!