I want to hold her hand when we cross the street
Even if she rolls her eyes and says
"I'm not a kid".
Send her sleepy voice notes way too late
Just to say "Hey... I miss you" That's it.

I want to watch the rain with her,
make fries in her favorite shirt.
I want to dance with her in the
kitchen light,
to songs from her playlist, every random night.

I want to pull her close in the
middle of the chores,
She'll pretend to be annoyed – but still
ask for moreee.

I want to fight over dumb little stuff—
like why she never finishes her coffee cup
How she hides my snacks out of sight
but somehow still blames me mid-fight.

I don't want perfect. That's not us.
I want the missed calls, the awkward hugs.
I'm not writing this to impress or prove
I'm writing because she's my every move.