Golden hour glow and perfectly messy hair - that’s how it’s done! Feeling cozy in my favorite sweater (bonus points for the softest knit) and sipping on something warm as the rain falls outside. It’s ...

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“There,” I say – though not much sound makes it out, does there? Just a slight rustle of silk, a subtle tightening around the eyes. It’s been a while since that rustle, anyway. Probably when he left, all crisp shirts and confident silences. Not that ours were ever particularly noisy, back then. More often than not, it was more like a gentle drizzle - comfortable, familiar…and perhaps a little too close for comfort.

These boots, for example. Dark brown leather, worn smooth by years of walking them, even if those walks mostly took us to the corner cafe for Earl Grey and predictable conversation. They smell faintly of woodsmoke and rain, remember? Your favorite scent. We always liked that about you – you noticed things. Or so we thought.

Now look at you. A bit rumpled, certainly. The camera hasn’t quite captured the easy grace yet, has it? Maybe it needs longer. Or maybe it doesn’t need anything but for you to simply let yourself be seen. That flicker in your eye, last week, when you weren’t sure if you wanted to admit you missed the mess.

A small smile played on your lips, didn't it? For one glorious afternoon. Before the questions started. This cardigan is soft, of course, cashmere – expensive taste, naturally. Slightlyches around the sleeve, reminds us of his grandmother’s house – cozy, cluttered, perfectly imperfect.

We haven’, really, said much lately, have we? Just standing here, aren’t we? Like this. Quietly hoping either he will return, or that perhaps, after all these years, we don’t entirely forget how.”

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