Out of many other things, believe me.

I tried to make a proper, organised list for this. Something neat and a bit poetic.

But the truth is, the things I love about you don’t arrive in order. They just… show up. So so randomly. And that just somehow feels more honest.

Oluwanifemi, in no particular order at all:

First, I love the way you can be so calm while I am clearly spiralling. And vice versa. I love how we do it for each other. And it’s funny, but I learned it from you. I learned how to reassure from you.

Second, your smile. I legitimately go weak in my knees. It is the most beautiful smile I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. I want that to be the smile I see for the rest of my life.

Third, I love that you pray. For me, for us, about us, about everything. It is one of the highest forms of consideration and

Fourth, I love love love your softness. When you’re soft with me, you’re soft with me. It is my favourite thing because it has taught me softness as well. You always say how much softer I am in Part 2, but baby, that is mostly you. I get it from you. I love it so much. When you whisper, and the way you voice is calm when you speak to me now. LOVE. YUM.

Fifth, I love how safe you feel. I feel like I can come and meet you with anything. I may fight your solution, but I just know I can bring it. I can drop my shoulders around you. I try to fight it quite a bit, because all I’ve known is keeping those shoulders up, but being with you and hearing your words has changed all that, even without me noticing.

Sixth, I love that you are both responsible and capable of mild nonsense. A very rare and impressive combination.

Seventh, I love the way you exist in my day, even when you’re not physically in it. Like my mind just keeps a small space reserved for you at all times. Very inconvenient. Very permanent.

Eighth, I love that you try. You never stop trying. I hope you never do. I love it so much, and I love you for it.
Not loudly. Not for show.
Just in the quiet, consistent ways that actually matter.

Ninth, I love how being loved by you. It doesn’t feel like a threat or a trap. It’s not confusing anymore. It’s

Tenth, and maybe my favourite thing is that I love that somehow, in a very big and very random world,
I got you. You who has my name, and who understands my background. You who says things like ‘if I have it, then you have it.’ You who is thinking about me and putting me in plans that I don’t even know about yet. You, you, you. There’s really no logical explanation or detailed reasoning. Just some extremely good luck, I think. And major steps taken by our Head of Security and Oversight.

I am thankful and grateful to and for you. Always. I love you.

Fun game: Take a shot everytime I use the word ‘love’ in this post.