Just a list

I love finding forgotten money in the pockets of my jeans,
handwritten letters stuffed into places you don’t normally expect to find much in like under your pillow,
home made pasta or home made anything really,
making forts out of pillows and blankets,
hot chocolate when it’s luke-warm,
the sound of raspy old music and laughter,
driving through silent side streets,
tracing your tattoos with my fingers,
lots of butter,
eating the red m&m’s last,
oversized hoodies,
a book I can’t put down,
a movie that makes me feel,
the grass after it’s rained,
the smell of fresh laundry,
and you.