I love that your phone still has the same cracked corner and you never bother to replace it.

I want to keep sharing the small stubborn comforts we both refuse to change.

I like that your slippers live by the bed even when you promise to put them away.

I appreciate how you fix the loose button with that same old needle.

I want to keep pressing pause on busy days to sit with you for five minutes.

I want to keep interrupting your TV shows just to hear you laugh.

I notice the smudge of paint on your thumb and think you’ve been making something for us.

I want to keep sharing playlists that make us both roll our eyes.

I want us to keep trading off who washes the dishes even when neither of us wants to.

I love how you insist on watering the plant every Wednesday without fail.

I want to keep being the one who brings you tea when you wake groggy.

I like that you still leave sticky notes on the fridge with terrible handwriting.

I want to keep hearing your voice on the porch in the morning.

I notice the pen marks on the shopping list and think of you with a small smile.

I want to keep making small dinners together that don’t impress anyone and taste right.

I like how you rearrange the photos on the mantel and never tell me why.

I’m fond of the scratch on your thumb from the garden last week.

I want to keep being the one you call when the car makes that new noise.

I love that you leave your keys in the same bowl even when I tell you not to.

Your dry joke about the thermostat is part of my day now.

I want to keep learning the little ways you take your coffee.

I love how you fold the laundry into neat piles; it calms me.

Seeing your jacket on the chair tells me I’m glad you came back.

I want to keep sharing the last piece of toast with you, even when we’re both stubborn.

I like that we both forget names at dinner and laugh about it.

I want to keep arguing about which route to take on road trips with you.

When your mug is in the sink with lipstick on the rim I smile, even if I don’t say it.

I noticed you still have the blue pen you stole from my desk; it makes the grocery list feel less boring.

I like that we buy the same cheap ice cream and pretend it's special.

I love that you still point out the same corner of the city we found.

I appreciate that you notice when I'm trying to hide being tired.

I am grateful you make space for my clutter on the bookshelf.

I like that you leave Post-its with silly reminders on the fridge.

I love hearing your voice on the phone when I'm washing up.

I want to keep being the one you complain to about cold showers.

I still get a little excited when you say my name from the doorway.

I love that you call me from the hardware store to pick a screw.

I feel calmer knowing your key will be in the lock when I come home.

I want to keep being the person you tell small victories to.

I like that we share the same old mug for iced coffee.