Golden hour glow and city dreams. That feeling when everything just *clicks* – comfy sweater, perfect coffee, and maybe a little bit of that favorite autumn breeze. Feeling like this for most days! A ...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not bad, not exactly - just...familiar. Like an old sweater that remembers too much. It’s been years since we wore these colors, hasn’t it? This deep burgundy was always your favorite, wasn't it? Though, sometimes you said it reminded you of wine stains, which felt less romantic than it should have. More likely, just practical. We weren’t terribly sentimental back then, were we? Just…certain.

Now there's this space. Always has to be, doesn’t it? Between us and everyone else. The coffee cup sits half full on the table, lukewarm now, reflecting the light from those rather bright eyes of yours – haven’t really moved them much, have you? Still observing. As if you’re not entirely sure why we’re even here, after all this time.

Itches around the edges, of course. That familiar feeling when something shifts, when the dust settles off memory and for one brief second, things look almost how they did. Remembered the scent of rain on pavement, the way your hair used to fall across your cheek. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what brought you here. To remind us both that it didn’t completely break, did it? Our little bubble.

We never actually spoke about that night, did we? Just assumed we’d agreed upon quietness. Such relief, though, isn’t it, when nothing happens? Almost comfortable. Almost.

So go ahead, keep watching. A slight tilt of the head, perhaps, a hint of skepticism in the set of the mouth. Let’s see if you notice the faint trace of vulnerability beneath the surface, masked by the velvet ribbon in our dark hair. After all, hadn't we promised each other we wouldn't hide?

Don't be afraid to stare. It’s not so bad being remembered, is it?"

What do you think? Do you agree with our interpretation of the vibe? Would love to hear your thoughts!