Cozy mornings and golden hour light – doesn’t get much better than this! Wrapped up in my favorite sweater (and maybeesentially too many blankets) feeling like we can take on anything today. A little ...

(A soft light drifts through the windowpane, dust motes dancing in its golden beam. We’re wearing a cable knit cardigan - yours probably wasn't quite warm enough last time you visited, didn’t notice then, not really.)

“There.” That’s you, isn’t there? A slight hesitation in the way you stand, always were. Like you weren’t entirely sure we needed to be here, back amongst these books and the scent of old paper and too much Earl Grey. Not that we minded, not exactly. It’s been… well, a while. Longer than should have been, maybe. Five years since the argument about the rose bushes, though nobody ever did admit who was right.

This scarf, for example – cashmere, naturally. Your mother gave it to us, rather proudly, after all. Though it smells faintly of her lavender perfume still, doesn’t it? It shouldn’t, but it does. And the cardigan, comfortable, familiar... almost cozy. Almost.

We haven’t said anything for ages, have we? Just sat here, sipping tea, letting the world drift by outside. Like watching leaves fall, detachedly. But tonight feels different, doesn't it? The quiet hasn't dissolved into resentment lately—just…quiet.

That glance you cast our way, hesitant, curious. Are you wondering if we remember those summer nights, when everything felt simpler? Before the doubts crept in, before the silences grew longer. Or are you simply judging the lighting?

Well, don't look so guilty. We wouldn’ed have it any other way, usually. This feeling, this gentle knowing that beneath the surface, under the layers of routine and distance, something good remains. Something worth fighting for, even if it means admitting you might have taken the last biscuit, one too many times. “So,” we say, tilting our head slightly, a hint of a smile playing around our lips. "What do you think?"

Now, go ahead, take a photo. One where you aren’t afraid to show us the truth behind the eyes."

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