Poem for Her (The One)

I didn't know I was looking until I found you— the way you don't know you're cold until someone hands you a blanket. You laugh with your whole face. Your eyes do most of the work— they crinkle like paper that's been folded with love and opened too many times. My girlfriend, my girl, my person— the one who steals my hoodies and calls it sharing. The one who argues about restaurants for forty minutes then picks the first one I suggested. You make me brave in the stupid way— the way that says things out loud, the way that cries at movies, the way that loves without a backup plan. If someone asked me to describe you I'd fail— not because you're indescribable but because the best things about you are verbs, not adjectives: the way you listen, the way you stay, the way you make the ordinary feel chosen.