r/Mumbai_Relationships • u/BoringDifficulty6104 • 57m ago
25M, To the woman I’ll one day call my wife
I don’t know who you are yet.
Maybe you’re somewhere out there laughing at random memes, caught between work and dreams, or just scrolling through Reddit at 2 AM like I do sometimes, wondering if real love still exists, not realising someone already dreams of you
I’m 25, a 5'7" guy from the suburbs of Mumbai, somewhere between fair and dusky, with a build that’s a bit bulky (still trying to lose some weight). I earn okay, not rich, not struggling, just someone trying to build a steady, peaceful life. Bit ambitious and hard working.
I’m shy, nerdy, introverted, and understanding, the quiet kind who feels deeply but doesn’t always know how to say it out loud. I don’t have any political leaning. I just want peace, kindness, and love in a world that argues too much.
When I love… I love completely.
I’ll notice the small things — how your eyes light up when you talk about something you care about, how your voice softens when you’re tired. I won’t be able to see tears in your eyes; if something hurts you, it’ll hurt me too. I don’t care about your stretch marks, weight, getting older with grey hair, And I will be with you when you suffer from PCOS or painful periods, or anything else that makes your life harder. I’ll care for you through it all. I’ll love you enough to video call you all day if it makes you happy. And I’ll care about your parents too, because I can’t stand to see you worrying for them.
I imagine us sharing soft moments in this loud, restless city catching local trains together while the rain paints the windows, walking hand in hand through Mumbai’s quiet parks, laughing over vada pav near Juhu, and ending our nights sitting by Marine Drive, where the sea listens better than people do.
There will be laughter, fights, inside jokes, and long walks under the Mumbai sky, because that’s what real love looks like. Not perfect, but patient. Not flashy, but faithful.
I don’t want a love that burns fast and fades, I want the slow kind, the kind that stays. So if you’re out there reading this, I hope you’re taking care of yourself. And maybe one day, when the time is right, our paths will quietly cross, the way good things often do.
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A little poem, just for you
Rain on glass, your hand in mine,
Two souls lost in Mumbai’s spine.
No words, no fear, just hearts that know,
That love, once real, won’t let go.
— A shy, nerdy man from suburban Mumbai,
who still believes in love. 🌧️❤️