Note cards, filled words on every blue line, 

on both sides, all about how much I mean to him.

A jacket, for the times he and I go for a walk 

in the air that's so cold you can see your breath, 

Only to end up stealing his jacket anyways. 

The weighted unicorn stuffed animal he got me, 

I told him I didn’t want it, but I really did, 

It felt so calming holding it.

The violet lululemon leggings he got me, 

He knows I’m too cheap to spend that much money on clothes. 

The small lego minnie mouse, he has the mickey one,

I have it clipped on my lanyard along with the goofy one.

We spent hours painting something for each other, 

He painted a beach because he knows it’s my favorite place, 

It is now hung as a centerpiece for all of my other paintings. 

Countless letters, multiple pages, multiple colors, all of his feelings. 

The sweatshirts I’ve convinced him to let me take, 

All with the warm, refreshing scent that reminds me of him.

The stuffed moose, he has one too, named Moosey 1 and Moosey 2,

I named them, I name all of my stuffed animals. 

The matching shirts he got us, 

“He’s my co-pilot --> t” 

“She’s my co-pilot →”

We had to make sure we were walking on the right side, 

The shirt gave me an excuse to be the feminist I am,

People would ask who was in charge, I’d say me. 

He’s gotten me so many more things, 

I don’t know what I enjoy more, 

The presents,

Or the memories that the presents create.