I held onto the ticket stub you dropped; it’s on my desk now.

I keep replaying the way you corrected me gently in the meeting — thank you.

I’m still grinning about the ridiculous selfie you sent — it made the overtime bearable.

I have your sticky highlighter; it’s on my desk if you want it tomorrow.

I’m still thinking about the way you explained that one spreadsheet row — oddly lovely.

I like how your messages are short and exactly what I need.

I noticed your playlist on the speakers and it made my ride home better.

After the meeting I kept replaying your answer — it stuck with me.

You left your notebook under the lamp; I’m holding it at my desk.

I kept your pen by accident; can I bring it to you tomorrow?

I can’t stop smiling at the bus stop thinking about your message earlier.

You still have the hummus container in the office fridge, I’ll bring chips tomorrow.

I kept your jacket because you left it and I’d rather drop it off than forget to mention it.

I want to tell you something silly about my drawer of receipts when you have a minute.

Your quick ‘good luck’ text at four kept me steady for the rest of the day.

I felt calmer on the commute thinking you were there earlier.

I grabbed an extra coffee because I thought you might need one on the way home.

I kept the napkin you scribbled on; small things like that mean a lot to me.

I noticed your name on the reservation list and it made me hope you’ll come.

Your message at five made the commute feel shorter.

I walked home with that sandwich you said you liked and thought of you the whole way.

I can’t stop thinking about your voice on the call; it made the afternoon easier.

I kept your receipt from the café because you wrote a tiny smiley on it.

Your lunch box is in my bag by mistake; want me to drop it by?

I’m counting down the minutes until I can text you something dumb and see your reaction.

I want to hear about your day when you’re not rushing.

I kept your umbrella by the door; rain tomorrow and I’ll bring it with me.

There’s a sticky note with your doodle on it; it made me laugh on the late shift.

I burned my toast because I was reading your messages, and I don’t regret it.

If you want company walking out, I’ll wait by the elevators.

I keep smiling whenever I reach for the mug you used.

I felt lighter on the train remembering you were around earlier.

There’s a sandwich with your name on it in the fridge unless you want me to eat it.

My evening got better because you replied to my story.

I’m still thinking about the joke you told at three; it’s been saving my day.

If you want, I can pick up your jacket from the coat rack before I leave.

I’ve been replaying how you laughed in the break room and it keeps me warm.

Your blue scarf is on my chair and it makes me hope you’ll drop by again.

I walked past the coffee shop you said you liked and thought of texting you.

I stacked cushions into a fort and declared it sovereign territory for the evening.