I noticed the corner of your book folded down and thought of you.

I still remember the exact words you used when you encouraged me.

I feel better when you say you'll be home a little late.

I keep replaying the way you said my name.

I enjoyed our awkward silence this afternoon.

I find comfort in knowing you exist in the next room.

I put your spare charger in my bag so you won't worry.

I like that you admit when you need help.

I notice the mark of flour on your thumb and it makes me happy.

You told me a small truth and I respected you more for it.

I want to make you tea the way you like it, no fuss.

I am quietly proud when you finish something you've been worrying about.

I appreciate how you laugh at my terrible jokes.

I saved a photo you sent and look at it when I miss you.

I keep thinking about the sentence you said and it stayed with me.

I caught your coat on the chair and folded it the way you do.

I like when you correct my pronunciation; it makes me pay attention.

I want to be the person who brings you soup when you're tired.

Your handwriting on that grocery list made me smile.

I feel calmer knowing you read my messages.

I like holding the umbrella with you even when it's just drizzle.

You left crumbs on the couch and I pretended not to see them.

I am grateful you stayed on the call with me last night.

I notice the gentleness in how you touch your pen when you think.

I want to tell you about the small things that made me laugh today.

I keep your old ticket stub in my wallet.

Your playlist is on repeat here and I keep finding songs I like.

I feel steadier after we text.

You always remember to water the plant and it means a lot.

Thinking of you calms me down right now.

I noticed the scuff on your phone and smiled.

Your hoodie smells like you and I keep wearing it.

You make me want to call and tell you small, silly things.

I feel proud telling my sister about the time you fixed the heater.

I promise to answer the door at midnight when you come home from work.

I will carry your heavy bag up stairs without making it a thing.

I feel a simple joy when your playlist starts and I know your mood.

I want to be the one who packs your lunch when mornings are rushed.

I notice your penmanship and the way you cross your t's; it feels familiar.

I like that you reheat coffee twice and still drink it, stubborn and human.