Tessa ReneeIt’s funny how simple that sounds, right? Favorite person. But it carries weight. It means when my day is heavy and I can’t find the words, you’re the one I want to talk to. When something stupidly funny happens, you’re the first one I want to send it to. When life feels like too much, you’re the one who makes it feel manageable just by existing.
It’s not about grand gestures. It’s the way your name lighting up my phone feels like a deep breath. It’s how I never have to explain the messy, complicated parts of me because you just get it. You make me feel like maybe the world isn’t so impossible. Like maybe I’m not so impossible.
So yeah, I hope you know you’re my favorite person. Because you are. And no one else even comes close.
Final Thought: The best title I’ll ever give someone is my favorite person.
Disclaimer: This is late-night softness, not a contract. Don’t overanalyze, just feel it.
Tessa Renee
