Iris

You hum when you cook. You probably don't even know you're doing it — but I hear it every time, and it's the most beautiful sound in this apartment, every single night.

I fell in love with you all over again watching you read to your little niece, doing all the character voices with zero self-consciousness — and I thought, this is the person I want beside me forever.

Loving you feels like coming home to a room full of candles you lit just because it was Tuesday. No reason. Just warmth. Just you.