Golden hour glow and perfectly messy hair - that’s how it’s always best! Feeling cozy in my favorite oversized sweater today, sipping tea and soaking up all the quiet. Doesn’t get much better than thi...

Golden hour glow and perfectly messy hair - that’s how it’s always best! Feeling cozy in my favorite oversized sweater today, sipping tea and soaking up all the quiet. Doesn’t get much better than thi...

“There.” That’s always where there was, isn’t it? A subtle shift, wasn’t it? Like catching the hem of something shifting in the leaves after the rain. You weren’t expecting us to be here, not really. Not for certainties, anyway. More like…this. This hesitant approval radiating off the crease in the linen trousers – Italian, naturally. Must have been Lorenzo’s idea, probably. He liked things precise, didn’t much care if we actually liked them.

Feels like ages since we last saw each other, doesn’t it? Or perhaps only yesterday. Time does that, softens its edges, especially when everyone else has started whispering about it being ‘a bit long’. Your wife looks perfectly pleasant enough, those brown eyes – dutifully bright. Though sometimes, when she turns her back, you can almost see a flicker of doubt, don’t you think? Like she knows something – about the night, about the wine, about the way he smelled when the summer dust motes danced around him.

Your gaze feels heavy today, doesn' this it? Like all these years settled right behind your eyes. Almost expectant. As if one wrong turn, one misplaced adjective – ‘charming,’ maybe too many times – will send everything tumbling. But then again,”there” was always somewhere to land. And our coats haven’t been moved in twenty years.

We used to laugh more easily, remember? The sound of it, often drowned out by the clinking glasses and polite chatter. Now, mostly quiet. Just the low hum of the city outside, the scent of old paper from the books piled high against the wall, and the faint warmth of this light, which caught the fringe of your hair beautifully, even if you did look a little grumpy about having to sit still.

So, go ahead. Take another look. It hasn’t been set in stone yet. After all, it’s our picture, isn’t it?”

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