still "just friends" on paper. one cafe visit, one plate of something sweet, and we both quietly clocked the other was sweeter. no refunds — we never wanted one.

said by a random wholesale lady while we were shop-hunting for MISO. never explained. never will be. classic tax, permanently applied to us.

your exact words after piercing #2. philosophy, delivered mid-piercing. filed under: things only you would say.

called you grandmother one too many times as a joke, actually hurt you, felt terrible. sorted in under 10 minutes flat — best return policy of my life.

no trip yet — but somehow every regular evening out with you already feels like one. tab stays open.

hair-playing + hugs + endless kisses + mommy touches + feeding, sold only as a set. never sold separately. never will be.

mechu → mechu, still. but lately: you call me kanna, I call you srii. same warranty, new label.

"we will make it to the end fs." "I will be there for you." billed daily, never once missed a cycle.