I saved the receipt from the butcher because you picked the good cut.

I appreciate how you dry the coffee ring from the table without asking.

I want to be the one you tell the dumb details to at midnight.

I noticed your shoelaces were untied and I tied them for you.

I keep replaying your “okay” in my head and it comforts me.

I miss the small argument we had about which film to watch.

I smiled at your old sweater draped over the chair and thought of you.

I want to plan a Tuesday evening with you, nothing special, just us.

I like that you remember to water the basil on the windowsill.

I noticed you tucked the blanket around my feet and I didn’t say anything, but I loved it.

I kept the napkin you scribbled on so I could see your handwriting.

I like hearing your keys on the door, even after a long day.

I want to keep the playlist you made me for rainy afternoons.

I like that you always steal the last slice and pretend you didn’t.

I noticed you left your pen on my notebook and it made me happy.

I want to tell you about the dumb thing that happened today because you’ll laugh.

I love the way you correct the oven timer, even if it’s tiny.

I feel calmer knowing you’ll be there if my bike breaks down.

I like how you fold the corner of every receipt—it's you.

I’m grateful you stayed on the phone with me when I couldn’t sleep.

I keep your jacket on the chair because it smells like your soap.

I smiled when you tucked your hair behind your ear in the car.

I want to hold the list of groceries you leave on the fridge.

I like sitting with you on the couch while you scroll through recipes.

I kept your chipped mug on the counter so you could find it this morning.

I kept the ticket stub from the night you tripped on the curb and laughed about it.

I smiled because I remembered how you always unwrap gum with two quick snaps.

I liked finding your scribbled reminder to water the fern; it's proof you think of small things.

You make me want to share stupid facts at two in the morning.

The tiny playlist you made for that long drive is still playing in my head.

I still have the mismatched button you kept after it fell off your coat.

That dented travel mug you swear by has its own personality now.

I found the pressed leaf you tucked into that novel and it felt like a message.

Your phone wallpaper that shows that awful but funny selfie is still on my screen.

You make me want to hold the door even when my hands are full.

I remembered your stupid joke from last week and smiled in the middle of my meeting.

You make me want to send you random photos for no reason.

I noticed how you pressed your thumb over the seam of that envelope and felt warm.

Your habit of leaving one sock inside the dryer until I point it out is adorably you.

I kept the napkin where you scribbled our grocery list; it made my day.