I love that you call me out on my bad spelling in texts.

You told me the blunt truth about my haircut and I needed it.

I miss your voice giving me directions when I've taken the wrong turn.

You fold your sweaters the same messy way and it makes me laugh.

I saved the ticket stub from the concert we nearly missed together.

I like how you keep your plants alive and give me tips.

You cheer the loudest at my terrible recitals and I need that.

You once spent your lunch break bringing me paperwork I had left at home.

I feel calmer telling you plans because you ask the sensible questions.

You rescued my cat from the balcony and I still owe you.

I appreciate you checking my apartment when the downstairs lock clicked weird.

You sent me a playlist for a breakup and it helped me sleep.

I notice the little notes you leave on the fridge and they matter.

I want to bring you soup when you're sick, even if you protest.

I trust you to tell me when I'm being stubborn and I need that.

I miss the spice you put in that curry only you can get right.

You came to my presentation and I kept thinking about your nods.

I feel calmer when you send a dumb GIF at 2 a.m.

You held my hand in the ER and I keep thinking about that.

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.