Golden hour glow and favorite oversized sweater - doesn’t get much better than this! Feeling cozy and content nestled up on the sofa with my furry bestie (she approves of every pose, naturally). A lit...

Here we go again, then. That familiar crease around the eye when he shifts his weight, doesn't matter if it's been five years or fifty since last time. This wool - heavy, always feels heavier here, especially when it wasn’t supposed to, didn’t suppose to be so… obvious. The grey isn’t particularly flattering, not today, though nothing ever truly is, really. It’s more the way the light catches it, highlights the slight fraying at the cuffs, hasn’t seen much polishing lately. Not even ourselves.

That look you give us, of course. Always asking. “What was it all about?” Like there were answers to find, except maybe just echoes. A half glass of wine, a dog barked too loud in the night, the feeling that something shifted after she left, but which one exactly? Was it him, the husband, the comfortable routine, or simply us letting go without quite knowing how. It could have been anything, hadn’t it? Or perhaps, only each other.

We weren't unhappy, not really. Just...contained. These shoes, for instance, black leather, practical, certainly not clinging. But no point in being comfortable, was there? He looks a bit hesitant today, doesn'ed know quite where to place us. Maybe expecting a memory to drift by, unbidden. Did you remember the scent of her perfume? We often did.

A little smile playing around the edges of your lips—a small thing, easily missed. Like a forgotten promise. Just relax then, don’t overthink it. Let yourself remember, let yourself almost believe it might actually be happening this time. Just stand there, quiet, and watch us fidget with our sleeve. For once, let us do the work. After all, haven’t we always done the work? Now, breathe deep and tell us–what does the stillness mean?"

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