Let me help you move that mattress.
You hungry?
I saved the voice memo you sent me at 2:13 a.m. where you said “ugh.”
Do you want my hoodie?
I’d love to shop for drywall with you at Home Depot.
I didn’t make a joke when you said you didn’t want to hang because you were “in a fight” with your cat.
I made you a playlist. It’s mostly sad girl indie and one Mitski song that’s basically a knife.
I unfollowed your ex on all platforms.
You can crash here. No pressure.
I learned your coffee order. And your tea order. And your In-and-Out order.
I Googled “do lesbians get cold feet” but I meant it emotionally.
I brought snacks for your anxiety.
I read that book you told me to just to understand your trauma.
You looked hot in that blurry photo. I screenshotted it anyway.
I respond to all of your memes with “It us.”
I brought you a rock I found that looks like a boob.