I want to be the reason you call to say you found something funny.

I want to sit beside you on the train and not say much.

I liked that you ate the leftover chilli even though you said you wouldn't.

I want to be the person you call when your bike breaks.

I like when you send a random photo of your messy desk.

I want to know what you think about that article I sent.

I notice the freckle on your left hand and it made me smile.

I felt proud when you told that rude server off for me.

I like that you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're thinking.

I enjoy that you steal the last fry and then laugh about it.

You make me want to tell you everything, even the boring parts.

I thought of you when I saw the bench we sat on.

I keep thinking about your answer to my dumb question—still funny.

You are the first person I want to tell the little wins to.

When you dance in the doorway I forget what I was stressing about.

I’m still thinking about the way your scarf got tangled in the bike spokes.

Seeing your playlist pop up on my phone made me grin like an idiot.

You falling asleep on my shoulder was the calmest I felt in months.

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 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.

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.