a small thing, made slowly

For Falak

from Dark
scroll

I've never been good at saying things out loud.

So I built something instead — a place instead of a sentence.

Somewhere in the dark, something has been glowing this whole time.

You've probably noticed it by now — taking shape as you scroll.

That's sort of how it felt, knowing you. Slow, then suddenly clear.

Keep going. It's almost here.

this is the part i built it for

I love you, Falak.

Not in the abstract, generic way people throw the words around — but specifically, stubbornly, in all the small ways you'd recognize if I listed them. This was just easier to build than to say.

— Dark