I love hearing you describe the smell that brought back a memory.

I enjoyed the way you fell asleep with the book open on your chest.

I find my day better when I know you'll answer my bad jokes.

I like that you remember the name of the barista from last week.

I felt warmer after you tucked my scarf into my coat this morning.

I love that you still wear the ring you bought on our first holiday.

I felt proud hearing you defend someone who couldn't speak up.

I cherish the sticky note you left on my laptop that says 'good luck'.

I loved how you brought me soup when I had the flu yesterday.

I appreciate that you call your sister back even when you're tired.

I want to tell you I'm thinking about your hand on the steering wheel.

I like hearing you explain a recipe step by step over the phone.

I miss the small, stubborn ways you insist on doing things your own way.

I feel safer when you hold my keys in your pocket on late nights.

I enjoyed your terrible singing in the car more than the radio.

I feel relieved knowing you'll answer my call at strange hours.

I noticed you rearranged the bookshelf by colour and it made me happy.

I am grateful you still ask if I ate when I say I'm fine.

I loved when you fixed the broken lamp instead of buying a new one.

I stay up thinking of nothing but how honest you were with me tonight.

I want to hear about the dreams you woke up from last night.

I feel calmer after you text me that single sentence: 'I'm on my way.'

I love holding your phone while you try to untangle the earbuds.

I'm still smiling about the way you argued with the taxi driver this morning.

You make the boring parts of my day easy to get through.

I miss the sound of your laugh when the puppy chews your slippers.

You made room on the bench and I sat down next to you.

I like when you make a plan and then actually show up.

You asked for my opinion and I felt useful.

You sent a voice message and I replayed your laugh twice.

You slipped a note into my bag and it made me grin.

I noticed your rough thumb from gardening and it felt real.

You fixed the lamp without fuss and I appreciated the quiet help.

You answered the call with a breathy hello and I relaxed.

You wore the blue sweater and I kept replaying that picture.

You stayed up to help and I noticed every minute you gave.

You left a half-read book with a pen as a bookmark.

You asked how my meeting went and actually listened.

You offered your jacket without being asked and I remembered it.

I still laugh at the way you pronounce that street name.