I grab an umbrella and think distance means nothing when it comes to you.

Wiping down the kitchen counter, I know life is better with you.

I text you a photo of the sunset because you brighten my day.

On the rooftop after work, I tell the night you are my north star.

I heat up leftovers and feel more and more each day for you.

Putting on soft socks, I admit I'm head over heels for you.

I take off my tie and realize you light up my world.

I check the door twice and promise to never let go.

Folding the laundry at midnight, I feel my heart is yours.

I scroll through old photos and whisper you are the love of my life.

I rest my head on the couch and know you are my safe place.

I glance at the moon on the walk home and feel forever and always.

Car keys on the counter remind me you are my one and only.

I tie my shoes and feel like we are a perfect match.

After filing one last report, I know I will always love you.

I warm my hands on a mug and think you make my day.

On the slow elevator ride down, I realize you are my person.

Checking my messages one more time before bed, I confess you have my heart.

I hang up my coat and feel like my heart belongs to you.

The rain on the window makes me certain fate brought us together.

Washing my coffee mug, I whisper you are my guiding light.

Late-night takeout on the couch reminds me we were meant to be.

At the bus stop under the streetlamp, I admit you stole my heart.

I unlock the door and the house becomes home because you are my home.

Walking past the corner store tonight, I felt the stars aligned for us.

Folding my work shirt, I smile because you are my better half.

After clocking out, I stand on the balcony and know you are the one.

I wash the dinner dishes and think how you make me whole.

Traffic finally clears and my heart remembers you are my everything.

I held onto the ticket stub you dropped; it’s on my desk now.

I felt calmer on the commute thinking you were there earlier.

I keep replaying the way you corrected me gently in the meeting — thank you.

I’m still grinning about the ridiculous selfie you sent — it made the overtime bearable.

I have your sticky highlighter; it’s on my desk if you want it tomorrow.

Your message at five made the commute feel shorter.

I want to hear about your day when you’re not rushing.

I stayed late and found your sketchbook open; your drawing made me pause.

I’m still thinking about the way you explained that one spreadsheet row — oddly lovely.

I like how your messages are short and exactly what I need.

I noticed your playlist on the speakers and it made my ride home better.