Your post-it notes are endearing. When I say they’re stupid they’re actually not.

Your beard could use a trim. Actually, that’s me being nice. I hate it. Please shave it.

Your disdain for Stevie Nicks makes me sad but also makes me love you more.

You can’t play guitar. For society’s sake—please stop trying.

For the love of God, please put the cap back on the toothpaste in the morning.

Your laugh rivals the sound of an orchestra on their best day.

I secretly love that you care about the stock market.

You don’t need to try so hard.

Rest is a good thing. Don’t be afraid of what you’ll find if you choose it.

Your jokes are bad, but that’s what makes them funnier.

Each time you call about a new song you heard, I immediately listen to it even if I say I won’t.

It’s agonizing living across the country from you.

I’ll admit it, I’m a bad driver.

Thank you for introducing me to Khalil Gibran.

When I hug you it’s the only place in the world that feels safe.

I wish we could go back in time to when we made 3 am cookie runs.

Do you remember when we stayed up all night before the 2016 election? I loved that night.

I never knew what the big deal about love was until I met you.

Thank you for feeling like home.