My sweater smells faintly like you and I’m almost convinced you should be here to prove it.

Felt impatient all day; picturing you pulling me through the crowd until it’s just us.

Took the long way home imagining your keys in the lock and the smile you’d give me.

Phone vibrated; nothing important. Wish it had been you saying you’re on your way.

I want the slow claim of your hand on my knee under the dinner table.

Rain soaked my jacket and all I could think was you unbuttoning it and laughing at me.

I keep seeing your sneakers by the door and imagining you kicking them off and staying.

I want you to walk in, drop your bag, and decide neither of us leaves the sofa tonight.

Stomach tied in knots; the idea of you whispering one line has me untangling.

Found your lipstick on my sweater and now I’m plotting how to get it back on your lips.

My pen broke and I wanted you to fix it — or at least fix the way I feel right now.

Meeting dragged; I kept fantasizing about you undoing my collar and asking about my day.

Phone alarm looped and I pictured you turning it off with your nose against my neck.

I want you to show up with that ridiculous scarf and the look that says you brought trouble.

The tea went cold but thinking about you warmed one particular part of me.

Caught myself checking the door as if you might walk in — hoping you do.

I kept replaying your laugh in the stairwell; now I need the real thing echoing at my place.

Stressed and imagining you taking my keys and insisting I leave work early.

My desk smells like your cologne; I pinched a shirt and imagined you pulling me close.

Burnt toast and better ideas — you coming by would fix both problems.

I kept thinking about you brushing hair off your face; want to see how you do it in person.

My phone battery died midtext and I wished you were the charger for more than my phone.

Cold coffee, warm thoughts: picturing your hand finding mine under the table.

Laundry day and I’d rather be folding you into my arms than these towels.

I want your forehead against mine while we both stubbornly refuse to say sorry first.

The printer jammed and I wanted you here to laugh and pull me close afterward.

I kept imagining your voice saying my name slow and low; it’s getting me through.

Traffic made me think about you tracing the seam of my coat with your thumb.

You popped into my head in the middle of a call and I had to hide a grin — come claim me later.

My lunch was cold but thinking of you warmed me — especially the way you kiss my jaw.

The elevator stalled and I pictured you deciding to stay with me until it moved.

I want the small of your back at the doorway, exactly where your ring rests.

Spills and emails and you are the guilty thought making me grin at my desk.

Phone slipped. I imagined you picking it up and pressing your thumb to my cheek.

Booked my brain on you between meetings; craving the quiet when you press close.

Your chipped mug on the sink made me miss you more than it should; come over tonight?

Rough day; picturing your fingers undoing the top button of my shirt keeps me upright.

I kept replaying the way your jacket smelled this morning — want it back, and you with it.

I’m thinking of your tired face after today; come here and rest against me.

Your sandwich was stolen, that’s petty — I’ll bring you the best replacement I can find.