You steal the last fry and I promise to forgive you every time.

You text me a GIF and it changes the shape of my afternoon.

I admire how you show up even when you're tired.

I like that you call me out when I'm being unfair to myself.

Your voice on the other end of the phone makes deadlines feel less urgent.

Your stubbornness about taking the long route home is oddly comforting.

I feel steadier after you've listened without interrupting.

Your texts at 2 a.m. saying 'call me' make my nights less heavy.

You bring sandwiches to late rehearsals and it fixes more than hunger.

I trust you with my plans even when they sound messy and half-formed.

Seeing your jacket on the chair means the apartment feels easier to be in.

I value how you remember the tiny details about people I forget to ask.

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 want to argue over thermostat settings ten years from now.

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.

Promise me we'll keep celebrating tiny wins with cheap champagne.

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.

Tell me you'll remind me to call my mum when work gets messy.

I look forward to borrowing your oversized coat and pretending it fits me.

I feel calmer knowing you'll be there when I screw up a job interview.