You, Just You

When you walk into a room, I forget how to breathe. Your hair’s messy, your eyes are tired, and you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Your laugh isn’t perfect, it’s loud and snorty and real. I’d throw away all the gold in the world just to hear it one more time. You forget where you put your keys, burn toast, sing the wrong lyrics to songs, and I love you more for it. When you talk about your boring day, I hang on every word like it’s my favorite story. You’re the kind of person who stops to help strangers, who cries at sad dog videos, who stays up late just to listen to a friend. That’s why I love you; not for how you look, but for how you are. Even when you’re old and forget my name, I’ll hold your hand and remind you: “You’re loved. You’re safe. I’m here.” People say love is complicated, but with you, it’s simple, you’re my favorite person. Just you.