Cozy mornings and coffee shop dreams ✨ Loving this oversized knit – feels like being wrapped in a cloud! A little bit of grey outside, plenty of warmth inside - that’s how it’s done, right? Let the we...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not unpleasant, not entirely – mostly familiar. Like the memory of rain after too much sun. It’s been…well, longer than should be comfortable to admit for quite some time. We haven’t spoken about that lately, have we? Just assumed everyone does when there isn’t a particularly loud sighing noise.

And look at you, standing there with such dutiful patience. The light caught your hair perfectly today, didn't it? Darker than we remembered, maybe, but still undeniably yours. That slight crease in the brow, that’s good, isn’t it? A hint of resistance, perhaps. Or maybe just exhaustion. We were certainly exhausted then.

Here, weren’t we? Sitting by the fireplace, mugs half-empty, the scent of woodsmoke and something else...something always lingering around the edges of things – hope, probably. A foolishness, easily shattered, yet so fiercely held onto. Didn’t notice the damp creeping into the rug until it was almost too late.

See, you’re smiling faintly, aren’t you? A hesitant smile. Remember those? They used to be easier, hadn't they? Before the silences stretched out to miles and became heavier each time. Maybe that's why we agreed to this—a little bit of space, a little bit of chance.

Now, don't stand there staring so intently. It's rather intimidating, sometimes. Relax, you know. Let go of the guard. This has been coming for ages.

We've got these eyes, haven'’t we? That flicker of recognition every single time. Now, let's ask ourselves, all those years ago, what exactly went wrong..."

Let us know:

• What do you think she meant by "what wasn't going wrong"?
• Do you agree with her assessment of the feeling ("foolishness, easily shattered")?
• How would YOU direct her gaze?

**(Image below - which one did she choose?)” https://i.imgur.com/1Xg07x3.jpg”