Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it all here. A little cozy knit, a perfect cupa tea (and maybe a bit of that wistful feeling too 😉). Sometimes the best moments are the quiet ones – the ones spent wra...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn't it? Not unpleasant, not exactly - more...familiar. Like a well-worn favorite sweater that sometimes forgets to quite warm up. It’s been a while since anyone noticed, really, besides the dust motes dancing here in the amber glow of these candles. Your light, though – always good for a bit of warmth. Though maybe our light was brighter once, wasn't there? A flicker, then a spark…and then…well.

We didn’t say much last time, did we? Just nodded when he asked about the garden, a little too easily. That onehyacinth bloom – remember those? Pinked petals everywhere, like secrets spilled onto the rug. He liked them, didn’t he? The way he used to watch us, quiet, content. Not unlike you, perhaps. Except you never quite managed to catch the eye.

This glass – cool against your hand, isn’t it? Still half full of wine, most likely. We haven’t had many glasses lately, not truly. Just this silent, watchful space in the room where everything felt possible, but rarely did.

That gaze of yours – curious, aren't you? A touch wary, certainly. As if expecting us to admit something, to acknowledge the ghost of all those years spent tangled together. Maybe it's true. This stillness, almost – after all the rustling, the laughter, the occasional slammed door.

It hasn’t needed words for ages, has it? Just this slight turn of the lip, this subtle tilt of the head. So go ahead. Look closer. Aren't you tired of wondering what we’re thinking? Don’t be afraid to ask. After all, it’s only wine.”

Now, over to you! Let us know what you think – do you agree with her assessment? Does she look happy, wistful, guarded...? And who do you think the “he” might be?

Let’, see your thoughts below! 😊

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