You point out when I’m close to giving up and don’t let me.

I feel safer when you drive me home after a late shift.

You sent me a photo of the stray cat we tried to name.

I appreciate you checking the heater when it acted up.

You let me rant for ten minutes then hand me a solution.

I like your honest text at 7 a.m. more than any polished message.

I notice when you pick up my favorite snack at the store.

You still keep the playlist we made on that road trip.

I admire how you own your mistakes.

You brought soup the night my throat closed up.

I feel lighter after we talk through a mess.

You taught me how to fold fitted sheets.

I relax knowing you’re the one I can complain to without explaining.

You forgive me when I cancel plans last minute.

I’m glad you drove five extra minutes to drop off my charger.

You remind me to eat when I forget.

I’m grateful you tolerate my terrible puns.

You kept the concert ticket stub from our first terrible band.

You remembered my coffee order and picked it up.

I feel steadier after an hour on the phone with you.

I get relieved when I see your name pop up.

You saved the movie night by bringing the extra blanket.

I trust you with my apartment plant and my secrets.

I love how you answer honestly, even when it’s awkward.

You’re the person I call when my phone battery dies and I need directions.

I appreciate you texting the check-in I always forget to do.

I still remember the scar on your thumb from that camping trip.

You fixed my bike chain by the park without asking for anything.

I feel calmer after I tell you one stupid worry.

You showed me the back alley bakery where the croissants are thin and good.

I like that you steal my hoodie and never return it.

You know the exact song to send at 2 a.m.

I noticed you staying up to answer that message so I could sleep.

I miss your laugh in the kitchen when the toast burns.

You kept my spare house key after I lost mine on Elm Street.

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.