You.
Are.
Mai - Ne.
You are my favorite notification,
the name that lights up my screen
and makes my heart skip—
my favorite phone call,
the FaceTime that makes me forget
the world outside,
and Mai favorite text,
the one I wait for,
the one I save.
You have me wrapped around
your little fingers,
like I'm a nail tech—
careful, attentive,
making sure every detail is just right.
Saving dates,
taking pictures,
keeping keepsakes—
all so later on
I can show a timeline of what I felt
were picture-perfect days.
I must admit, the 16th
was a cool ass day—
one for the books,
one that had me skipping home
to tell my friends
all about you.
All about who you are,
and how you made me feel
from that random night
where I called your phone
just to hear your voice,
to the consistent text messages
we've sent among each other,
each word a thread
in the tapestry we're weaving.
You are the reason
Your phone number
is on emergency answer,
the reason I check my messages twice,
the reason I smile at nothing
in crowded rooms.
You are the warmth
in the middle of my day,
the comfort at night,
the laughter in the quiet moments
when it's just us—
or just me,
thinking about us.
I keep every photo,
every memory,
as if they're rare gems—
because they are.
I replay the sound of your laughter,
the way your eyes light up
when you talk about your dreams,
the softness in your voice
when you say my name.
You are the reason
I believe in timing,
in chance,
in the magic that happens
when two people
find each other
in a world of billions.
You are my favorite notification—
the one I hope for,
the one I wait for,
the one I never want to miss.
Mai - Ne.
You are the story
I want to keep telling,
the memory I want to keep making,
the person I want to call
mine.
