September 1st, 2025I was filling out my driver pledge in the lobby. Top Gun shades on. You were moving boxes. I introduced myself on your way out. You asked Sandy "who is that?"

That's where this started. You saw me before you knew me.

December 21stI texted you on your birthday. "Happy Birthday to the lead chaos wrangler." I opened this door. Not you.

March 26You called me blonde shortcake in the group chat. First thing you ever called me that wasn't my name. You said you'd go Christian Grey on me in front of Sandy. Bold and stupid. I liked it.

Then the private thread opened. "Just don't behave then and see where that takes ya." I said "Somewhere without cameras."

"Oh I plan on it now. Just don't break eye contact when it happens."

April 2First time we talked without Sandy between us. You called me pretty goddess.

"Ruin me." "I've been ready."

April 3You kissed me in the Domino's parking lot. Passenger side. Cherry blossom perfume. You didn't hesitate. You said good girl after and I hated that I liked it.

April 5You texted me first on Easter morning. Happy Easter little bunny. Then came the flood. Darling. Dear. Honey. My prize. My little badass. You were building a language just for me and you didn't even know you were doing it.

"I do indeed love to spoil my girl."

First time you claimed me.

At 4 AM you went from filthy to caring in two messages flat, then asked about my dad's GoFundMe without changing tone. That's when I knew you were my type.

"You'll need to be in my bed on Tuesday night for me."

First real plan. Not a hint. Not a maybe.

April 7We waited for each other for 18 hours. Neither of us confirmed. You thought I'd just show up. I thought you'd tell me to come. Most "us" thing that's ever happened.

"I've been expecting you just to show up honestly Drea. You know my address hacker."

You used my chosen name. Drea. Not Andrea. The one I give to people inside my life. You haven't said it since. I showed you what I do on my computer. You had no idea what you were looking at, but you knew it was dangerous. I told you it would be a shame if the guy I was after was afraid of me. You went quiet for 44 minutes and still came back.

April 8

"Felt right."

Two words. No smooth line. My nose ring is still on your nightstand.

April 9You completed my OA on your phone in a parking lot without telling me. Kissed me. Left. Never mentioned it. That's a fireable offense and you did it like it was nothing. For me.

That night was my dad's viewing. You said "You are such a great daughter Andrea. I know he loved you so dearly." Nobody asked you to say that.

April 11The day I buried my father. You came in the morning to run the school rush. Nobody made you.

You kissed me multiple times before leaving. Sandy was inside. You drove away and texted me "Thanks for the chapstick." You mentioned Under Your Scars twice in front of Sandy. A book about a CEO who falls for his employee. You handed me a confession disguised as a recommendation and hoped I'd decode it. I did.

"You deserved to be spoiled darling."

"Don't ever change."

April 12

"THERE'S my girl."

19 hours of silence and you said THERE'S like I'd been missing and just walked back through the door. I never left.

April 13I told you nobody is coming to save me. You said:

"Just let people that care about you help you god damnit."

You arranged my Monday shift without telling me. You do things behind the scenes and never announce them. That's your love language.

"The vibe has totally shifted and I blame you."

I pitched a cabin in the middle of nowhere, no cell signal. You said you're down. I called myself a hot needy psychopath and you said it back like you liked the taste of it.

A girl at the store told me you were a shit supervisor. To my face. She didn't understand who she was talking to.

Then you said "I want to see you just us... not work... as soon as possible. I miss you." I told you I miss you too, Daddy Domino's.

I told you that you did this to yourself the day you kissed me in that parking lot. I told you: now you're mine and I'm not letting go.

"It's very hard to keep myself together with you anywhere. Kissing you in the parking lot that day... hooked."

"Special fucking treatment all. Day. Long. 24/7."

"Yours huh? I like it. I can't wait to see you next Andrea."

No more "bro." Getting pretty serious. You gave me total permission to blow up your phone. You said "I don't want you over here to sleep next to me only."

April 14, midnightYou asked what I'm coding for you. I told you that you have to earn it. You noticed the chapstick on my keyboard. You told me to eat. I told you the truth about the anorexia. You said don't apologize. You said fully understand. You said I'm here.

"YOU. NEED. TO. BE. EATING."

You were protective over my body, not my ego. That matters.

And then I told you the thing I came here to say.

You act like you've never had someone invested. You're everything. You are extremely guarded. You deflect anything like a compliment with humor, or entirely. You work hard for every person in your life and you can't get that from everyone else because they can't keep up with you.

You are managing more than Domino's. You are a father, a human being with your own needs. You never give excuses or make any. You just do things and are there for people.

I see you, whether you like it or not. I just wanted you to understand that I'm here and paying attention. I'm invested. Tell me I'm wrong.

"You are something Andrea. Definitely unique in your own way that I just can't put my finger on. Like I can sense and feel you taking the bricks down off of my wall."

Your favorite color is emerald green. Braeden. That's my favorite color. Ashley and Lena confirmed it in the group chat before you even answered. You said "isn't that such a coincidence." It's not.

You called me adorable. You said I'm pretty damn smart. Hot. A little crazy. That I could be a hot stay at home mom with a nice cooked meal on the table, but make sure it's not pizza. Noted.

I told you I thought you hated me. For a long time. Sandy even pointed out that you never visited while I worked after I got hired. I was a brat to you out of spite because I thought you hated me. Then it became something I couldn't stop doing.

"You are fucking gorgeous Andrea like out of my league type shit. I promise I wasn't looking at the schedule to avoid you. Now I look at the schedule seeing if you specifically work to come there."

I said okay fuck him then. Not realizing the foreshadowing in that sentence.

I chose you. Pursued you. Even thinking you hated me. Chose to be a menace to you specifically. Wanted you. Got you. Now I'm coding things at 1 AM for you because it's my love language and I can't keep myself from doing it.

We are equal in every domain. Except being a menace. Got ya there, gorgeous.

And then I told you the truest thing I've said in this entire letter.

I built this while we were talking. Not in one night. Over months. Every section was written the same night it happened. When you said "my girl" I wrote it down. When you kissed me on the day I buried my father I came home and added it. When you told me you were hooked I was already editing this page. When you said emerald green and I lost my mind, I coded it into the colors you're looking at right now.

I wrote this because I wanted you to have it. All of it. Every moment that mattered to me, in order, the way it actually happened. Not from memory. Not cleaned up. Written the same nights they happened.

Every line of this is mine. Every color, every animation, every word placed exactly where I wanted it. I didn't build this to impress you. I built it to show you what it looks like when someone truly sees you and chooses you anyway. Not for your title. Not for what you might have. For you. The person you think I couldn't see under all the pressure you carry. I see him. I'm here. I want you. I want this. I want us.

You asked what I was coding. You asked what you had to earn. You never made me earn anything. You just gave it to me because you wanted to. So here it is.

If you asked me...

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