Printer jammed and I wanted to jam you into a hug to make the stress disappear.

My watch buzzed every hour and each buzz made me count down minutes until I can press my forehead to yours.

I watched someone hand a bouquet to their partner and couldn't stop picturing surprising you with something smaller and better.

I noticed the same coffee stain on my notebook you laughed at and I kept replaying that laugh all afternoon.

My laptop overheated and I wanted to cool it down against you.

I straightened my tie twice and imagined you untying it slowly when I walk through the door.

The fluorescent lights made me miss the way your skin looks under the lamp at home.

I reheated lunch three times because every bite made me picture sharing it with you on the couch.

Emails were stacking up and every notification had me thinking about whispering something naughty in your ear.

I kept scribbling your initials on sticky notes and wanting you to find them later.

I passed a bakery window and thought about feeding you a tart and watching you make that face.

My hands were full with files and I kept picturing them empty and tangled with yours.

I kept imagining you stealing the fries off my plate and stealing my plans for the evening too.

I put your playlist on at my desk and it made me want to slow-dance with you in the kitchen.

I smelled cologne in the hallway and remembered how you say my name when you're serious—it's been on repeat all day.

I found a coffee ring on my report and wished it was from the mug you left here this morning.

I kept glancing at the window and picturing you behind me, close enough to breathe on my ear.

My pen kept skipping at work and I kept imagining tracing your jawline with it instead.

I smiled at a stupid meme and immediately wanted to show it to you in person and watch you roll your eyes.

I keep running my thumb over the scratch on my phone case you noticed and wanting to show you up close.

Someone burned garlic in the lunchroom and all I could think was bringing you home the real thing and tasting you.

My calendar was full and all I could picture was pulling you onto the couch and not talking for a while.

Thinking about the way you push your hair behind your ear makes my head go fuzzy.

I left my scarf at the office so I have an excuse to come back and find you in it.

Traffic was maddening and I kept fantasizing about slipping my hand into yours under the table at dinner.

I found the receipt from the bakery you love and now I want to feed you pastries off my fork.

All day I've been imagining your laugh filling the apartment and wanting to hear it close.

I keep thinking about the bruise you said you'd get from my mouth and smiling like an idiot.

I tasted coffee that wasn't yours and missed the way you sip it slow beside me.

Every time the elevator dinged I thought about stealing you into a stairwell for two minutes.

I wore the shirt you like under my blazer today on purpose — planning ahead.

My phone keeps showing your photo and every time I look I want to push everything off the table and come home.

I keep imagining your fingers on the small of my back guiding me across the kitchen floor.

Work was loud and useless; I want the quiet of your neck against mine when I finally get in.

I keep replaying the joke you made at breakfast and wanting to kiss you for it.

If your jacket smells like you when I get home I'm going to press my face into it and not move.

I'm picturing your voice saying my name when I take off my shoes tonight and it's making the commute too long.

I still have cumin on my shirt from lunch and the thought of you rubbing it off is distracting me at my desk.

I kept your jacket because you left it and I’d rather drop it off than forget to mention it.

I want to tell you something silly about my drawer of receipts when you have a minute.