At the bus stop, more than words can say is all I felt as you waved goodbye and then came back.

On a quiet Tuesday, words cannot express how full I am of you.

Watching you hum while you cook, my heart is yours and it’s the luckiest it’s ever been.

When you press your forehead to mine after a long day, you have my heart in the surest way.

On that rainy afternoon when you carried me inside, you stole my heart as if it were yours to keep.

With your hand on my chest as we slow-dance, my heart belongs to you without question.

Standing in the doorway on a cold night, the spark between us is a small, stubborn fire.

Under the string lights in the backyard, sparks fly every time you dance with the dog.

When you surprised me with tickets, you make my heart skip a beat like the first time.

In the dim light of Saturday morning, butterflies in my stomach reappear when you brew coffee.

Hearing your voice on a bad day, I go weak in the knees remembering how you sang to me.

On the stoop where you said hello that first night, you had me at hello every time since.

At the café window when you arrived, it was love at first sight all over again.

You swept me off my feet on that tiny tiled dance floor in our kitchen.

At the bus stop at dawn, head over heels is the only honest way to stand next to you.

When you fixed the wobbly table, my soulmate felt like a toolbox and a promise all at once.

On the ferry landing, the universe brought us together and the city lights nodded in approval.

In the quiet after the storm, the stars aligned when you wiped my wet hair from my face.

By the bedside lamp while you read, fate brought us together and I never looked back.

Reading together on a rainy Tuesday, destiny brought us together and kept me warm.

When you handed me the umbrella in the downpour, heaven sent was the only thing that fit.

At sunrise on our balcony, perfect match described every careless glance you gave.

Holding hands in the grocery aisle, a match made in heaven is an exaggeration until it’s not.

Picking dandelions in the park, made for each other bloomed in the smallness of that hour.

Walking the dog at dawn, written in the stars seemed less grand than the way you held my coat.

After the late-night talk on the roof, we were meant to be felt as sure as stars.

When you laughed over burnt toast, my one and only made the morning perfect.

By the mailbox this morning, the one for me was waiting with a note you left.

Standing under the old oak where we promised forever, you are the one.

In the quiet of our living room, my person is the steady rhythm to my day.

On the ferry at dusk, two hearts one soul felt true as the lights twinkled.

Sitting under the café awning while the world hurried by, you completes my puzzle.

Listening to our song in the car, the missing piece of my puzzle is you.

After the long hike at sunset, my missing piece slipped into place when you smiled.

On this bench where we first said yes, you make me whole.

Seeing you asleep next to me on the couch, you are my everything.

When your hand found mine crossing the street, my better half became real.

At midnight by the kitchen sink with two mugs, my other half feels like home.

Simply knowing you are on the other end of the phone makes every hard afternoon bearable—I love you forever.

You are my guiding light when plans collapse and I lose my way; your hand is the map I follow.