I Own It
No blame, no “but”, no half apology. It was my fault, and I am standing in front of it with my hands open.
Opening my heart...
A letter written in light, for one girl only
I made a mistake. I hurt the one heart I promised to protect.
So I built you a whole little world by hand — every star, every heartbeat, every word in it is yours.
— Fahim Shariar
Read my heartChapter One
Tap the envelope. Everything I could not say out loud is waiting inside it.
To my Mim
from Fahim Shariar
tap to openI am sorry. Not the small, easy sorry that people throw away — the kind that shakes a little when I say it, because I know exactly whose heart I bruised.
You gave me your softest, most honest self, and I answered carelessly. That is my fault and no one else’s. I will not hide behind excuses or clever words. I was wrong, and you deserved so much better from the person who loves you most.
If what I did made you feel small, or unheard, or alone for even one second — I would take that second back and hold it until it stopped hurting.
I do not want to win the argument. I want to keep you. Please let me love you better than I did yesterday.
Yours, always — Fahim Shariar
No blame, no “but”, no half apology. It was my fault, and I am standing in front of it with my hands open.
Next time I will listen with my whole self before I answer — your feelings were never a problem to solve, they were a heart to hold.
Not a promise made of air. A promise you will feel in the small everyday things, again and again, until you trust it.
Chapter Two
A gallery with no photographs — only the feelings you gave me, carved into glass and floating in space. Drag it to walk through.
← drag it · use the arrows · arrow keys →
Chapter Three
Turn the cube. Every side of it is a reason I love you, Jannat Islam Mim.
You love in a way that makes the whole world feel warmer. I have never met kindness like yours.
It rearranges my worst days into good ones. I would trade anything to hear it again tonight.
You stayed through my worst moods and loved me anyway. I know exactly what a gift that is.
You carry so much so quietly. You are the strongest soft-hearted person I have ever known, my Mim.
Home is not a place for me. Home is the second you look up and see me.
Out of everyone alive, my soul chose yours — and it would choose you again in every lifetime.
drag the cube · it turns on its own too
Chapter Four
Not decoration. These are the rules I am giving my own heart, starting today.
The last chapter — and the longest one
Sara jibon tomar sathe thakte chai — I want to stay with you for my entire life.
Not only on the beautiful days when everything is easy. I want the tired days, the arguing days,
the silent days, the ordinary evenings that nobody writes songs about. I want to grow old as the
person who knows how you take your tea, and what your face does one second before you cry.
You are not a chapter of my story, Jannat Islam Mim. You are the language it is written in.
And if you let me back in, I will spend every single day proving that the boy who hurt you
became the man who protects you.
So — will you forgive me?
I promise you, Mim — I will never make you regret this. Every day from now on is a thank-you letter to you.
Forever yours,
Fahim Shariar