Tell me one thing that annoyed you today and I'll listen properly.

I want to argue with you about nothing tonight.

I keep replaying the way you fixed the radiator without asking for help.

I smiled when I saw your handwriting on the receipt in my coat pocket.

If you're still at your desk at five, I'll bring your favourite sandwich.

Your honest, short reply this morning was exactly what I needed.

I love how you corrected my terrible directions without making me feel dumb.

Your dry comment in the meeting made me laugh out loud at my desk.

I kept your socks on the radiator like a ridiculous trophy this morning.

I love that you answered my rant without trying to fix it.

When your laptop pinged at lunch, my heart did a stupid little jump.

I keep checking the spot on the sofa where you always sit.

Seeing your text about the delayed train made me want to bring you soup.

I owe you a nap this evening — you looked exhausted this morning.

Your tired laugh after your meeting is what I want to remember tonight.

I miss your hands more than I thought I would when I'm opening jars.

This afternoon's coffee tasted better because I imagined you across the table.

I'm still holding on to the note you left me by the keys.

Reading your last message again made the rest of my day easier.

Your message at noon made my skin remember places only you know.

Your scent on the coat I borrowed has been tormenting me between calls.

I want to trace the line where your shirt ends and your skin begins.

Your shoelace coming undone this morning is the thing I can’t stop picturing.

I want the quiet of you undressing a problem from me with a look.

That little freckle by your collarbone has my attention more than it should.

Your laugh in the hallway at lunch rerouted my afternoon plans to you.

The thought of you humming while you wash the dishes is making me impatient.

Your text at noon about the meeting made my hands go somewhere very different.

I'm counting the minutes until your lips find my neck again.

I’m halfway through my afternoon and it keeps pausing with you on my mind.

I’m thinking of you more than I thought I would this afternoon.

I caught myself smiling at a photo of your messy kitchen and missing you.

I want you to know I notice small things you do and they matter.

I read our texts from this morning and it made the busiest day easier.

I kept your receipt from the bookstore and smiled at the title you picked.

I passed the bakery where you tried that pastry and laughed by myself.

I remembered you left the window open and felt warm remembering you.

You’re the thing I want to tell first when this day ends.

I keep checking my phone hoping for a tiny message from you.

I’m thinking about your crooked handwriting and smiling.