A love song about weird, patient affection and why shared books, memes, atypical oddities and emotional competence beat grand gestures every time.
Female Vocals
Male Vocals
Five years of pixelled patience,
Your name lighting up my phone,
Sometimes days, sometimes weeks between,
But I never feel alone.
You say, “I like talking to you,”
Like it’s something small and true,
But I hold those words like bookmarks
In the stories I live through.
No grand gestures, no spotlight glow,
No script we have to learn,
Just two gentle hearts speaking softly
In the language of concern.
Why be ordinary, why be safe,
Why love the usual way?
Give me books you enjoyed reading
And “Are you alright?” after bad days.
Keep your perfect movie romances,
Your fireworks on cue,
Why be ordinary folk
When I could be loved like this by you?
Croissants melting into hot chocolate,
Kingkiller walks us home,
Photos sent from far-off streets
So neither one roams alone.
You say, “Knowing you is a privilege,”
Like it’s just a passing phrase,
But I tuck it in beside the others
That still warm my quiet days.
Shared secrets, gentle moments,
Learning slowly how to trust,
Caring what we’re building here
Won’t tarnish, won’t gather rust.
We don’t rush, we don’t pretend,
We don’t need a disguise,
Just small offerings passed between us
In the rhythm of our lives.
Why be ordinary, predictable,
Why love the usual way?
Give me silence that isn’t empty,
And “I won’t ghost you, here to stay.”
Keep grand declarations low-key,
Forget the roses soaked in dew,
Why love like it goes in movies
When I could be loved like this by you?
Somewhere between the memes and midnight,
Between “Lucky me” and “You matter,”
I realized this wasn’t passing —
It was something slower, deeper, better.
Not loud enough to frighten us,
Not fragile enough to break,
Just two careful souls learning
What quiet devotion makes.
So here’s a token turnip, offered plain,
No pressure in what you say or do,
Take your time, ponder it slowly,
I’ve learned patience from you.
If this stays what it’s always been,
It’s still something rare and true,
Why have a hallmark moment
When so much better is "just you"?
Five years of choosing softly,
Five years of almost-said,
Your quiet presence kept me safe
When everything else caused dread.
Our shared space is truly beautiful,
We built it slowly and with care,
When I needed somewhere safe to go,
You made it clear I could head there.
And if this is all it ever is,
It’s still more than most lives hold,
We built a quiet place together,
And that will never grow old.