I love the way she texts me,
her words pulling me into her day,
making me feel like I belong
in the rhythm of her life.

I love the way she talks to me,
and when she talks to others,
she keeps a gentle distance—
never trying to stir jealousy,
only showing me I’m enough.

I love how she says it plain:
She likes me, she finds me attractive,
the same way I do her.
She keeps the conversation alive,
and when it ends,
We hold hands,
stay in the moment,
quiet but complete.

I love being the first one she turns to—
with questions, with doubts, with trauma.
She trusts me with the weight of her heart,
And I hold it carefully.

I love how she brings up problems
not to fight, not to wound,
But to clear the air,
to keep us whole.

I love her smile when our eyes meet,
the way every hug pulls me closer,
until I melt into her embrace.

And I love it most
When she says,
simply,
“I love you.”

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