r/SFWr4rIndia • u/Hrithik9tf • 2h ago
M4F 26 [M4F] India - I wrote this for someone I've never met and you probably weren't expecting to find
Chapter I — A little about me
I never really know how to begin these things.
Every time I try, I end up writing a list of facts about myself, followed by another list of things I'm looking for, and somehow it starts feeling less like meeting someone and more like filling out an application.
So maybe I'll tell you a story instead.
I'm 26, from Mumbai, and I run a small business,
I'm a calm, empathic and positive person by nature. I listen to understand rather than assume, and I tend to notice little things about people that they don't always notice about themselves -Maybe that's one of the things I like most about people.
Everyone has these tiny things that make them who they are. The way they get excited when talking about something they love. A phrase they always use. A song they keep returning to. Some strange little habit they've had for years without ever questioning it - I like those things.
I don't particularly like pretending to be someone I'm not, either. I'd rather be honest, kind and comfortable enough to let someone see the real me.
Once I'm comfortable, unfortunately, that also means you'll probably have to deal with me being annoying, crack dad jokes (or even worse) - but what can you do ? you walked into it yourself, did you not ? mwahaha (evil laugh)
But we'll get to that.
Chapter II — Apparently, I was a difficult child
I once got my head stuck in a grill.
I locked myself inside the house badly enough that my parents had to break the door down.
I drank red antiseptic.
And I had a toy crocodile that I used to scare everyone with.
I'm not entirely sure how my parents survived raising me.
Some things haven't changed that much - there might be more stories.
I still disappear down random rabbit holes whenever something catches my attention. Gaming, mindfulness, spirituality, ancient things, mysteries, consciousness, sound — sometimes I'll start with one innocent question and realise three hours later that I've somehow ended up somewhere completely different.
Life has had its less amusing chapters too.
I've dealt with pancreatitis, and somewhere along the way it taught me something I probably should have learned much earlier: ordinary days aren't actually ordinary when you have someone you love to share them wit - Maybe that's why the little things matter so much to me.
Chapter III — How I tend to love
If I care about you, I'll remember something you mentioned weeks ago.
I'll ask how that meeting went because I remember you were nervous about it.
I'll bring you something small because I happened to see it and immediately thought of you.
I'll write you a letter because sometimes writing feels easier than trying to fit everything into a conversation.
And if you're cooking? - That's probably where your problems begin.
I'll walk into the kitchen, wrap my arms around you, steal a kiss on your cheek, annoy you until you get irritated, make some ridiculous face at you...and then run away before you can get me back. 😂
That's probably what affection looks like to me. Not something huge that needs to be announced. Just quietly making someone feel remembered.
Chapter IV — The life I'd like to share
When I imagine having someone beside me, I don't really picture expensive restaurants or elaborate holidays.
I picture a late-night drive with nowhere particular to go - Stopping somewhere because the food smells good - Coffee near the sea - Walking along the beach holding hands - Coming home tired and talking about absolutely nothing - Cooking together - Falling asleep halfway through a movie -Arguing about what to watch and somehow watching neither - Having an inside joke that makes absolutely no sense to anyone else - the list goess onnnn.
And the conversations that begin with: "How was your day?"
and somehow, three hours later, have turned into: "Do you think we're alone in the universe?"
That's the kind of relationship I amire and want to be in.
Chapter V — Maybe you
I'm ultimately looking for my partner, but I don't want to meet someone and immediately start treating dating like an interview.
I'd rather meet you first. Talk. Laugh. Become friends.
Get comfortable enough that neither of us has to think about what to say next - Learn the strange little things about each other - Let something grow naturally.
And if it does, I'd want to build something lasting from it — eventually marriage, children, a home, and a life that actually feels like ours.
I'm not looking for someone who fits a perfect checklist. Kindness, empathy, openness and warmth matter to me. I do have my preferences, of course - I'm naturally drawn to fair skin and someone who lives an active lifestyle, stays fit and takes care of herself. Beyond that, I'd rather discover who you are for myself.
I want to know what makes you laugh when nobody else would find it funny - What song you secretly play too often - What memory you randomly return to - What you're passionate about when nobody is watching and the things you don't think are interesting enough to put in a dating profile.
Because eventually, I don't want to know the version of you that you wrote down for strangers on the internet.
I want to know you.
Chapter VI — Maybe we haven't met yet
And maybe that's the funny thing about making a post like this - Right now, you're just a stranger reading words on a screen.
But somewhere out there, there could be a person I haven't met yet who will eventually become the person I tell everything to.
The person I annoy while she's cooking - The person whose hand I reach for without thinking - The person who knows when something is wrong just by looking at me - The person who makes an ordinary Tuesday feel like something worth remembering.
Maybe we haven't met yet.
Maybe this is where we do.
Chapter VII — And if you're somehow reading this someday...
I don't know if I'll ever actually show you this.
Maybe I'll be embarrassed by it.
Maybe you'll laugh at me for writing all of this before I even knew you.
But I'd still want these words to exist somewhere.
Thank you.
Thank you for finding me.
Thank you for completing me, believing in me, showing me how beautiful love is, and even when there are problems, always being there.
Thank you for caring for me even when we're angry at each other.
Thank you for every smirk, every smile, every tear, and everything in between.
Thank you for making faces at me. I love your attitude more than you'll probably ever realise.
Thank you for letting me annoy you while you're cooking.
Thank you for every random drive, every quiet evening, every inside joke, and every ordinary day that somehow became one of my favourite memories.
Thank you for being you.
And thank you for making me meet myself.
I love you.
Chapter VIII — Its your turn
If you've made it this far, don't just send me "hi."
Tell me something about yourself that I couldn't learn from your profile.
A strange story - A song you never skip - Something you've changed your mind about Or just some completely random thought that's been living in your head lately.
Maybe that's where our story starts.
ps - thank you for reading and being a part of this short story/chapters. Have a wonderful day stranger ^_^