I keep thinking about your crooked grin and how it fits you.

I enjoyed fixing the lamp you broke and pretending it was teamwork.

I saved the ticket stub from the cinema because it was our night.

I love that you keep mismatched socks; it makes me laugh every morning.

I get quieter around you because I want to hear everything you say.

I like texting you song lyrics just to see which ones you quote back.

I forgive you for burning the toast because your apology is immediate and funny.

I like that you fold my napkins badly; it feels like ours.

I watch you fold clothes and feel content for reasons I can't fully name.

You texting me 'on my way' fixes a thousand tiny worries at once.

I carried your heavy bag without asking because it felt like the right thing.

I love telling people about your terrible puns because they make me laugh.

I keep your umbrella in my car because I expect to see you.

I woke up thinking of your messy bedside and felt warm about us.

My day gets better when I find a message from you on the fridge.

I enjoy how you correct my pronunciation and I secretly appreciate it.

You leaving your scribbled grocery list makes me smile at our small plans.

I like holding your hand while we cross the street; it makes traffic smaller.

Seeing you read with your pink bookmark makes me happy in a simple way.

I keep replaying your 'goodnight' voice in my head because it settles me.

Your jacket still smells faintly of rain and I keep breathing it in.

You make me want to text you silly photos at noon for no reason.

I felt glad today remembering the way you corrected my pronunciation and laughed.

I’ll be the person who holds the umbrella when you forget yours again.

I feel steady when you say my name, nothing dramatic, just steady and real.

I loved how you defended that small idea in the meeting; you sounded sure.

I appreciate how you organized the bookshelf; your orderliness is useful and real.

I’m thinking of how you hummed while cooking and feeling quietly happy.

I felt lighter after your message today; thank you for that ordinary kindness.

I’ll bring you the blanket you like from the closet without being asked.

Your patience with the cashier made me notice how gentle you are.

I like texting you bad puns because your groan is worth the effort.

I’m glad you asked for help today; asking is brave and I noticed.

You were right about the new route home, and I’ll admit it without drama.

I kept the napkin you doodled on; the crooked heart is my favorite mess.

Can I be the person who brings you tea when the migraine hits?

I’m thinking of you and feeling steady and warm, no grand words, just steady.

I noticed your chipped mug and kept it—small evidence you were here.

I miss your laugh in the kitchen while you argue with the oven timer.

I scheduled a detour on your route home that ends at my door.