You showed up with fries when I said I was starving and it mattered.

I love the small comfort of your hand on my shoulder in crowds.

Please text me when you get home tonight so I stop worrying.

You put your headphones on and hummed the chorus—made me grin.

I like that you keep my secrets even when no one’s watching.

I want to thank you for waiting at the bus stop that night.

I keep the movie stub from the first night we laughed until we cried.

Say one honest thing about your day when you can, I’ll listen.

Bring the green tea you always forget at my place next time.

I feel steadier knowing you’ll tell me the truth, even when it stings.

I want to sit on your couch and do nothing with you this weekend.

You lent me your hoodie and I keep it for when I need you.

I notice when you’re quiet and I worry in the small way friends do.

Thanks for holding the umbrella over my head that time it poured.

Woke up thinking of your chipped mug on the shelf and smiled.

I like how you clap when the choir hits the high note.

You still remember my joke about Mrs. Patel’s cat and that makes my day.

I picture us still sending each other one-line check-ins that mean everything.

I'll keep offering to help paint rooms even when our arms are sore.

I want to know we'll still meet weekly for bad takeout and better company.

I want to be the person who remembers your birthday before Facebook does.

I want a future where your plant collection takes over my kitchen counters.

Promise to nudge me when I'm buried in work and forget to eat.

I see us still sharing playlists and swapping books on quiet afternoons.

I'll make sure there's always an extra toothbrush in my bag for you.

Can we agree to clear snow from each other's cars when winter hits?

I misspoke: I don't just hope we'll stay close, I trust we will.

I want a future that includes your terrible puns at every holiday dinner.

I will cheer the loudest when you get the promotion you deserve.

Let's promise to learn basic plumbing together so rental floods don't win.

I like thinking of us checking in with honest texts, not long speeches.

I'll be the one who helps you move boxes, no questions, every single time.

I want to argue about paint colours for an apartment we'll share someday.

I want to keep your postcards from trips and tack them on a corkboard.

I feel sure we'll find ways to support each other's messy ambitions.

I want a future where we still steal fries from each other's plates.

Let's finally learn one recipe together and always mess it up the same way.

I like the idea of decades of mundane texts from you about bus times.

I will always save you the last slice of pizza even if I'm starving.

I imagine us still trading playlists when phones are full of photos.