My favorite person

The Feeling of Talking to Your Favorite Person The feeling of talking to your favorite person, A quiet calm that settles deep in your heart, The warmth of their smile, early in the morning, A reassurance that feels like a fresh breeze, Whispering life into your soul, making you feel alive. Your heart keeps burning, Not with fire, but with the quiet ache of longing, Always eager to speak, always anxious to connect, For in their words, you find your safe place. They understand your plot twists, Even without asking, And in their presence, You are reminded that you are special, Even when you doubt it yourself. Happiness is free, But only when you choose the right person. And I'm glad I chose you, Because every time we talk, I am transported to another world— A world where joy is endless, And my heart dances for the simple beauty of your voice. My favorite person, The one who makes everything feel right.