After work
Cutie, I cannot wait till I get off work to spend some time with you.
Everything about you
I love your breaths, your talks, everything about you.
Easy sleep
I genuinely sleep easily when you are around, knowing you are safe and fine, talking and blabbering nonsense into my ears.
That is one of my favorite kinds of peace.
Same cozy galaxy
If we were two silly planets, I would pick the orbit that keeps passing you on purpose. Not because I have to, because I want every lap to say hello again.
Inventory of tiny joys
The way you hum when you think nobody notices. The pause before you tell a story. The dramatic way you complain about cold feet before stealing my blanket anyway.
I am keeping a mental shelf for all of it. Top row, labeled: Ram.
Voice mail from the heart
Sometimes I replay the ordinary bits of your voice in my head like a playlist: the tired one after a long day, the excited one when food is ready, the soft one right before you yawn.
They all hit like home.
Future snacks and schemes
I want more slow evenings where we argue about what to watch and then watch the same comfort show anyway. More kitchen experiments that are half disaster and still delicious because we are laughing.
More of you on the couch, more of us being unserious on purpose.
Chocolate meteor pledge
If a chocolate meteor could talk, it would still sound less sweet than you when you are being honest, dramatic, and kind in the same sentence.
Choco officially pledges to stay soft with you, loud for you when it counts, and forever easily distracted by your smile.