I left the spare keys where you always check because you’ll be back late.

I saved the funny meme you sent for when I needed it later.

I’ll put on the kettle as soon as you unlock the door.

Tell me exactly how annoyed you are and I’ll bring the bad tv show.

I like hearing your tired laugh over my voice notes when you get home.

I noticed your scuffed shoes and left the shoe polish out for you.

Seeing your message at 6:02 made the dark bus ride feel shorter.

I want the honest rundown of your day, every annoying detail.

I appreciate you letting me eat the fries while you were distracted.

I stayed up an extra ten minutes waiting for your ‘I’m home’ text.

I folded the shirt you left on my chair; it’s ready on the couch.

Tell me the dumb office story before you shower, I need it.

Your jacket smells like coffee; I like that it smells like you.

I’m making the playlist you always skip so we can laugh at it together.

You left your blue pen on my desk; I put it in your bag.

You staying late again makes me bring you takeout without asking.

My feet are up and I'm smiling because you texted the stupid joke earlier.

I like that you answer my texts even when you’re elbow-deep in files.

Still in your work jacket? I kept your travel mug on the counter.

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

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

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 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 picture us still sending each other one-line check-ins that mean everything.

I'll keep offering to help paint rooms even when our arms are sore.