You laugh at your own jokes before you finish them.
You always let me pick the film, and then you pick a better one.
You carried my bag the whole way up that hill and pretended it was light.
You text me photos of dogs you meet.
You remember the name of everyone we have ever met once.
You make the kitchen smell like Sunday.
You are the only person I want to tell things to first.
You dance badly in the kitchen and do not care who sees.
You never let me leave the house sad.
You know exactly which mug I want.
You still make me nervous in a good way.
You are my favourite person to do nothing with.