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.

Your message at five made the commute feel shorter.

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

I stayed late and found your sketchbook open; your drawing made me pause.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

My evening got better because you replied to my story.

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 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.

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 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.

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

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.