Golden hour glow and favorite coffee cup – doesn’t get much better than this! Spent the afternoon lost in a book (and maybe a little bit of daydreaming) - feeling cozy and content like always. This si...

The wool is scratchy tonight, isn't it? Not terribly so, not really - nothing bad enough to notice when you're usually so good at ignoring it. This cardigan has seen us through plenty, hasn’t it? A thousand rainy afternoons spent curled up by the fireplace, mugs half-empty, arguing about whether or not to trust the scent of woodsmoke. It felt so certain then, didn’t it? Like everything did. Before…well, before he left for work, mostly. He always went away to work.

And here you are. Standing there, all angles and light today, aren't you? Slightly hesitant, definitely curious. Didn’t expect quite such a dramatic entrance after seven years. Or was it eight? Doesn’t matter, does it? Time doesn’t much seem to these days. More likeed the feeling than the number, perhaps.

That flicker of surprise in your eyes when you caught us last, drinking wine and letting the rain wash over the balcony – almost forgot how sharp those were. Almost. We used to be masters of the subtle glance, hadn’t we? Now it feels more like this. An acknowledgement, maybe. Doubtful if you noticed the way the silver of the earring catches the light sometimes, even though we rarely mention them.

You haven',t asked why we stopped coming home for dinner. And honestly, we weren’t sure we wanted to. Not truly. Just needed a little space, that’s all. Or so we told ourselves. Though, perhaps ‘needed’ was a bit too bold. Maybe just ached.

Now, look at us again. Looking back. There’s no need for grand gestures, of course. No one ever expected those. Just a hint of warmth, a trace of fondness…and don't blink."

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