Golden hour glow and vintage dreams – that’s what it’s all about! Feeling cozy in my favorite knit sweater today, sipping coffee (of course!), and soaking up every moment of this simple life. Little m...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not entirely unpleasant, usually - the grey was always your favourite shade. It’s been…a while since your favourites mattered much, hasn’t it? Just us, then. And the rain, always the gentle drumming of the rain against the windowpane. We were so certain it wouldn’t break anything, back then. A little drizzle, a bit of stubbornness...that’s all it took to knock down the arguments, really.

Now there’s just this quiet. The embers in the fireplace are lowing, naturally, havened’t burned them for ages. Like everything else, hasn’t it? Almost without noticing. Your hand used to be warm on the cable knit throw, remember? Here, resting near yours, even when it wasn’t quite touching. Such simple gestures, weren't they? And yet...

You’re staring, aren’t you? Nothing dramatic, nothing needing to be said. Just a slow deliberate gaze, almost hesitant. As if you’ve forgotten how many times we’ve stood here, poised on the edge of something. Or perhaps not forgotten – just reluctant to admit it. Did he say something then? That slight frown around your mouth? Something about needing space, didn'ed think? Well, we needed space too, didn’t we? Always did.

It felt like such a small sacrifice sometimes, letting him have his way. One little adjustment, one carefully placed footfall away from the truth. Except, maybe the truth was never so obvious after all. Isn’t that what you thought, when you tilted your head ever so subtly? Like you remembered, but weren’t sure you wanted to.

So go ahead, stare. Let yourself wonder if those years spent smoothing over everything actually made a difference. If the feeling isn’t completely faded. If, maybe, just maybe, you still recognize ourselves in each other’s eyes. Now, don’t be shy…”

Notes:

• We tried to incorporate elements of the potential visuals - the muted colours of the dress, the hint of warmth with the firelight - into the language.
• Lots of focus on detail – the texture of the wool, the subtle turnings of the lips – to create immersion.
• A sense of wistful longing mixed with guarded resistance.

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