do you really love me or you just love telling those words when you are in a good mood?

steal my sweatshirt again, sweetheart. somehow, every time you take something of mine, i end up loving you more.

you're the person i miss when we're apart and the person i love playfully irritating when we're together.

come closer, baby. my arms are tired of imagining you when they could be holding you instead.

i'd kiss you gently in the middle of a sentence just to see the adorable expression that follows.

you give me those nervous little butterflies while making my heart feel like it has finally found somewhere familiar.

i want to feel your hand against my cheek while i look at you and forget everything else for a moment.

you're my favorite distraction, and honestly, i'm not interested in finding a cure.

i hope you always know that hearing how special you are to me is something i'll never get tired of saying.

after a tiring day, i want to hold you close until neither of us feels the need to explain anything.

your little jealous expressions might make me smile, but the trust we build together will always mean more.

i want you to feel beautiful on random Tuesdays, sleepy mornings, and every ordinary day in between.

if you keep giving me those looks, don't blame me when i completely forget the sentence i was trying to say.

i want us to be best friends who keep flirting like we're still discovering how much we like each other.

even spending an entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing sounds wonderful when you're the person beside me.

i want to remember all your favorite little things so i can turn an ordinary day into a thoughtful surprise.

i wish i could see your face right now and witness that smile without a screen between us.

i'd kiss your forehead whenever your worries get too loud and your cheek whenever you start blushing around me.

you're the person i want cheering beside me when the dreams we've talked about finally become our reality.

i'd rather have your genuine feelings and an imperfect truth than a thousand beautiful sentences that mean nothing.

i want to tease you until you're laughing too hard to remember why you were giving me that adorable angry look.