I love that you always close the door gently when you leave.

I kept the blanket you left and it smells faintly of you.

I’m carrying a quiet fondness for you right now.

I smiled at the slow elevator because you were on my mind.

I noticed you saved the receipt we needed and felt relieved.

I want to apologize for snapping earlier and mean it.

I’m thankful you reminded me of the dentist appointment.

I felt silly buying the extra ice cream because I knew you’d appreciate it.

Your chipped mug is still my go-to because it’s yours.

I’m holding my phone, waiting to hear about your day.

I like watching you get ready; you never notice how focused you look.

I miss your shoulder to lean on when I read.

I noticed you tightened the bookshelf and felt grateful.

I remembered the exact joke you told and it made me laugh alone.

I want to make your favourite dinner tomorrow, no reason.

You made the bed wrong and it looked perfect to me.

I kept your note in my wallet and it made a meeting easier.

I still want to talk about that half-sentence you left at dinner.

I carried your extra umbrella without announcing it because you hate carrying things.

I checked the garden and imagined you kneeling in the soil.

I’m glad you stayed up with me while I fixed that stupid router.

Your neat pile of receipts shows you paid attention and I noticed.

You texted me a gif and I grinned like an idiot in public.

I feel calmer knowing you’ll be home later.

I appreciate you moving my mug without saying anything.

I thought about you when I passed the bakery you love.

The way you rinse dishes makes me feel cared for.

I want to steal one of your shirts to sleep in.

Your messy keys on the side table are my favourite tiny thing about home.

I love hearing your phone buzz and knowing it's you.

Sorry I was grumpy this morning, I still want to hold your hand tonight.

You hummed the same tune at breakfast and it stuck with me all day.

I like how you fold the corner of the book when you’re tired.

Your sock on the hallway radiator made me laugh and miss you.

I keep catching myself wanting to tell you small, stupid things during the day.

I noticed your coffee cup still on the counter and smiled at you.

I read our old text and laughed at our terrible planning and felt warm.

I pictured you tying your shoelaces and felt oddly content.

I remembered the way you sip your coffee and couldn’t help grinning.

I like that you always overwater the plants; it makes them (and me) survive.