You call me on bad hair days and it feels less catastrophic when you do.

I keep the spare charger you gave me and it saves me from panicked evenings.

You tell me not to overthink and it actually helps, even if I roll my eyes.

I still have the receipt from the bookstore where you insisted I buy that terrible memoir.

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

That stupid keychain you won at a fair lives on my bag and it makes me smile.

I like being the person you rant to about work so it empties out of your head.

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

I keep a photo of us at the park because it's proof we did something simple and good.

You bring a spare umbrella and it saves my day more times than I can count.

I say your name out loud when I'm about to make a decision because you usually spot the blind spots.

The sweater you lent me still smells faintly of your cologne and I wore it to that awful interview.

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.

I remember the way you doodled our initials on that café napkin and kept it in your wallet.

I notice when you pick up my favorite snack and leave it in the pantry for me.

That scar on your thumb reminds me of the time you tried to fix the sink and failed gloriously.

You are the person I tell the small annoying things to so they stop buzzing in my head.

I like that you'll argue about which film is better and then hand me popcorn.

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

I keep the note you slipped into my book and read it when I'm unsure.

I miss the way you hum the tune from the bakery when we're walking past it.

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.

That postcard you wrote two summers ago still makes me sit down to read it again.

I appreciate you telling me the truth even when it's the thing I didn't want to hear.

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

I like falling asleep on your couch after we order terrible food and talk nonsense.

When you laugh at my worst jokes I keep them in my head like a private win.

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

The chipped mug from your kitchen is the only one I reach for on slow mornings.

I notice when you don't text back and it makes me miss you faster than usual.

Remember the playlist you sent me last winter; I play the third song when I need to breathe.

You make the hard days smaller when you answer my rant without rolling your eyes.

I still have your dented travel mug on my desk and I like looking at it when I'm stuck in meetings.

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

I want simple future mornings where you steal my cereal and I pretend to mind.

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.