You make plans and also make room when I cancel; that relief is big.

You share your hoodie and let me wear your pockets for my hands.

You told me I was okay when I couldn’t believe it myself.

You saved the concert tickets and that memory is one I keep reaching for.

You bring absurd snacks when I’m depressed and force me to eat something real.

You loaned me your umbrella and I kept it; it smells faintly of you now.

You laugh at my worst jokes and that feeling is worth more than applause.

You taught me how to fold a fitted sheet; I still fail, but you didn’t give up.

You held my hand on the hospital corridor and didn’t leave until the nurse came.

You argue with me about pizza toppings and I keep doing it because it’s fun.

You remember the way my tea gets too sweet and fix it before I sip.

I love getting your voice note first thing; it sets my whole day differently.

You make small failures less embarrassing by laughing at them with me.

You text a single gif and it perfectly sums up my week—thank you for that timing.

I like how you steal the front seat and then offer it with a grin.

You showed up with soup when I was sick; I still have the spoon you left.

I’m grateful you keep my secrets even when it would be easier to share them.

You bring snacks to my late shifts and change the whole night for me.

You sit through my bad movies and never complain; that’s loyalty I can count on.

I notice when you text me fewer photos; I worry and then I text back faster.

Your terrible puns in the group chat always make me drop what I’m doing and grin.

You make giving advice feel less like instruction and more like company.

I appreciate how you remember everyone’s birthdays and still forget your own keys.

You borrowed my jacket and left it on the chair; I like having your scent in the apartment.

That playlist you sent is still on repeat and it fits my mood perfectly.

I miss the exact way you scold the dog—soft, annoyed, and impossible to resist.

You listened to my rant for an hour and I noticed how calm your voice stayed.

I saw your scratched blue mug in the sink and laughed; you make boring mornings funnier.

I felt glad today remembering the way you corrected my pronunciation and laughed.

I made a note to buy your favorite ice cream for when you need a small rescue.

I like knowing you’re on the other end of the line when I lock up at night.

I want to hear about the sandwich you made because your taste choices amuse me.

I noticed the scuff on your phone case and thought, that’s where you live a little.

I’ll be the person who holds the umbrella when you forget yours again.

I feel steady when you say my name, nothing dramatic, just steady and real.

I kept the parking stub from the night we laughed badly at the movie; tiny souvenir.

I loved how you defended that small idea in the meeting; you sounded sure.

I want to text you random updates about my day because I like including you.

I appreciate how you organized the bookshelf; your orderliness is useful and real.

I’m thinking of how you hummed while cooking and feeling quietly happy.