Gentle callused hands
Your callused hands running through my hair,
Not me running away from your callused hands.
Your love for my silly jokes after a hard day,
Not scolding me as you might think they’re kinda lame.
Your important presence on the phone,
Even when you’d rather be gaming alone.
It’s the magical combination of what you do
And what you don’t.
Thank you for opening all the doors you can find for me
Thank you for sending flowers to my doorstep unexpectedly
Thank you for providing endless supplies of chocolate
Thank you for allowing me into your universe
But thank you even more for giving me so much more than just chocolates, flowers, and common gentlemen attitude
Allow me to thank you for the unforgettable…
Thank you for holding me as I grieve my patients
Thank you for calling me on that New Year’s Eve
Thank you for valuing me for being me.
Thank you for loving yourself; truly, it is one of your greatest qualities
Thank you for cooking chicken and broccoli
Thank you for enjoying with me the greatest picnics
Thank you for sending me lit memes and hip songs
Only we understand the strength of our internet bond.
It’s only that strong because when we’re together the world doesn’t stop, we simply run along.
Thank you for showing me your mind as you voice your feelings
Thank you for allowing me into your world as you explain java and weird meetings
There’s no way I’ll ever understand, but it’s okay as long as you’re always by my side.
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