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 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’m happy when you fall asleep on the couch with the TV low and your hand in mine.

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.