I’m already imagining whispering something embarrassing in your ear later.

I enjoy making a mess in the kitchen because you’ll wash dishes and laugh.

I want to wrap my arms around you while you complain about your boss.

I feel pleased when you remember the tiny thing I mentioned once.

I like noticing the little coffee ring on your desk and knowing it’s yours.

I want to be the reason you check your phone during a meeting.

I’m already planning to steal a bite of your dessert when you look away.

I enjoy when you fall asleep reading and the book falls on your face.

I want to drop by with bad wine and worse dancing and you watching.

I’m into the way you micro-plan movie snacks down to the gummy bears.

I’m glad you call me at midnight about nothing; it feels electric.

I fancy tracing the little scar on your thumb during commercials.

I like that you leave crumbs in the couch and pretend it wasn’t you.

I’m smiling at the thought of you tripping over your untied shoelace.

I like the particular way you say my name when you’re annoyed.

I’m tempted to sneak into your coat and keep your phone warm.

I enjoy watching you try to peel an orange without making a mess.

I get a small rush when you read my terrible jokes out loud.

I like knowing you take the long route home when I do the same.

You left your jacket here; I touched the pocket and missed you.

I’m still pleased every time your name lights up my screen.

I love that you always forget your keys and I get to rescue you.

I’m thinking about kissing the freckle on your left hand.

I noticed you hummed the same song twice and it made me smile.

Your sweatshirt on my chair is my favorite unexpected present.

I want to text you from the grocery aisle just to hear you laugh.

If you steal the last biscuit I will exact a very specific, charming revenge.

Don’t answer texts after 8, I'm reserving you for very minor crimes.

The sight of your keys on the counter makes me plan tonight.

I keep thinking about your whisper and how it makes me rearrange my day.

I'm waiting for the brush of your shoulder against mine on the bus home.

I want the quiet of your hand finding mine under the table tonight.

If you slide into bed holding that book, I'll climb in without apology.

Thinking plainly: I want you in small, inconvenient ways all day.

I'd trade my dessert for a quick, stubborn kiss from you.

I keep imagining your callused fingers smoothing my hair and it ruins meetings.

Tell me which shirt you're wearing and I'll choose mine to meet you.

Remember the backseat on our last drive? I haven't stopped smiling at it.

I want to be the reason you text 'here' and mean come get me.

Your perfume on the pillow is a problem I happily accept.