I keep replaying the way your eyes narrowed when you tasted the coffee I made.

I want to find your hand in mine when we cross the street without planning it.

Tell me to meet you on the balcony and I’ll bring something that smells good.

I keep wanting to steal the bookmark from your book so I have an excuse to return it in person.

Say you missed touching me and I’ll plan how to fix that tonight.

I can’t stop picturing your scarf tangled with mine after we forget to part.

Tell me which joke of mine you love and I’ll tell you what I’d do to make you laugh next.

Knock twice and come in; I promise I won’t be fully dressed.

I’m craving the smell of your shampoo and the way you fall asleep on my shoulder.

Bring the playlist you made me and we’ll skip the songs we pretend to dislike.

I want you to trace the edge of my palm with the tip of your finger.

Send a selfie from the car and I’ll decide immediately whether I should meet you.

I keep imagining the warmth of your forehead against mine right now.

I want you to press your back to mine while we pretend to pick a movie.

Come home with flour on your hands so I can accuse you of ruining the kitchen and then kiss you.

I haven’t stopped replaying the way you read that line from the book.

Text me the time you’ll appear on my stairs and I’ll have the lights low.

I want the kind of kiss that makes us both laugh afterward.

Leave me a voice note saying my name slowly; I’ll keep it on loop.

I keep thinking about the way you tuck hair behind your ear and want to catch it myself.

Tell me what you’d do if you had me alone for thirty minutes.

I miss how your shirt smells; borrow it and leave it at my place.

Say you’ll steal the last slice and I’ll pretend to be mad while I look forward to it.

I’m sitting here imagining your breath on my neck and it’s ruining my focus.

Bring the red mug you always use and I’ll make sure we don’t finish our tea.

I want you to whisper a secret into my ear and not tell me anything else.

Wear those boots tomorrow and let me watch you walk into the room.

The thought of your hand on the small of my back is all I can think about.

Text me a single word right now that makes me drop everything and come.

I can’t stop thinking about your fingers checking the label on my jacket.

Put your phone away and come over; I need you nearer than text tonight.

I keep remembering your laugh in the kitchen and it’s distracting me through every meeting.

Tell me you’ll knock on my door at midnight and I’ll leave it unlocked.

I want you to stop wearing that blue shirt when you know it turns me into a mess.

I want the neat, quiet way you undo buttons when you think no one's watching.

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

The way your knee knocks mine under the table is the small electric I keep craving.

I want the impatient tug at my sleeve that means you're not waiting any longer.

I keep thinking about the slick of sweat at your hairline after we danced last time.

I want the hush in your voice when it's only us in the kitchen at midnight.