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.

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.

My chair at the office is terrible; I'm planning to make up for a day of bad posture by getting very close to you tonight.

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.