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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

The subway delay was ridiculous; if you’re still out I’ll come get you.

You’re allowed to be cross with today, I’ll be mildly annoying until you smile.

Your scarf got stuck in the door; I’ll bring scissors and a foot massage.

You sounded disappointed; that matters and I’m here to help unpack it.

Your glasses fogged in the rain; I’ll meet you under the awning with mine.

The elevator stuck you felt trapped, come to mine and get real air.

I wish I could unsend parts of your day; until then I’ll listen.

The leftover soup spilled, I’ll bring a towel and a ridiculous movie.

You look exhausted in your selfie; come over and nap on my couch.

Your tote strap snapped, I’ll bring a spare bag and my terrible jokes.

You sounded small on that call; that mattered to me and I’m with you.

Your plant got knocked over, I’ll come fix the soil and stay for coffee.

I know your inbox exploded; take ten minutes and breathe, I’ll wait.

I heard the meeting went sideways — you handled it well, I’m proud of you.

I keep replaying your whispered question from the sofa and it makes me restless.

Your laugh stuck in my ear is a slow burn I can't shake off.

I want the low, deliberate way you say my nickname when no one's near.

Your scent on the pillow is a low, persistent wanting I didn't invite.

My day narrows down to the moment I can lean into you again.

The memory of your scarf left on my chair has become my current obsession.

I keep imagining your laugh right behind me and it tightens everything.

My mind keeps going back to the scratch on your knuckle from last week.

That chipped mug you use is the image I scroll to between meetings.

Call me petty: I labeled your snacks 'for emergencies' and today's qualifies.

Your umbrella turned inside out? I'll parade around pretending it's haute couture.

Spilled your bag? I'm hiding one shoe and offering a dramatic ransom.

Wear those ridiculous socks tonight; I'll narrate your entrance like a sports commentator.

If the spreadsheet betrayed you, I'll draw a ridiculous chart proving I'm better company.

You forgot lunch? I brought two sandwiches and one is suspiciously extra for you.

If someone cut you off, I'll steal their parking spot later and act triumphant.

Buy me that tiny chocolate you like and I'll do an embarrassing dramatic bow.