Imagine your otp when they’re apart:

The one that’s home pulling their loved one’s worn shirt out of the washing to sleep with.

The one that’s away trying to imagine them in all their usual haunts and picture what they’re doing now.

The one that’s home having a sudden desire to draw the other one’s face, just to look at it, even if they don’t usually draw.

The one that’s away watching everywhere for the perfect gift to bring home and filing away all the things they see that they know their loved one will like to hear about.

The one that’s home planning their loved one’s favorite meal for the night they come back.

Each of them instantly being able to pick out the other’s voice, the other’s laugh, even the rhythm of their footsteps, long before they can see them and instantly looking up, heart full, feet ready to run.