Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it! Spent this perfect afternoon wrapped up in favorite knitwear, drinkin’ too much tea (don’t judge!), and letting all the worries drift away. Simple pleasures always ...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn't it? Not entirely unpleasant - more… familiar, certainly. Like an old sweater you haven’t quite decided to admit you still love. It’s been a while since anyone noticed the slight fraying around the cuffs. A few too many years, perhaps. We hadn’t expected you so easily, really. Just thought maybe the rain would scare you off, like always.

It was brewing all day, wasn’t it? That quietness. The way the light caught the dust motes dancing in here, mostly ignored until you stepped onto the terrace. Your shoes were muddy, naturally. Always were. Not that we minded then... not exactly. There was a chaos that felt good, didn’t there? An argument without words for months, often. Now it’s just... stillness. This gaze, isn’t it? Almost hesitant. Do you remember how that used to be frustrating?

We weren't sure if you liked the scarf. Too muchclaret, perhaps? Bit flamboyant for a Tuesday evening. Or maybe it’s just a bit worn. It has been. And us, well, we look tired. Not miserably so, necessarily. More like... expecting. Expecting something to shift when you turn away, when you don't notice the steam rising from the tea.

Now, let’(s see,’ you're staring. Don’t overthink it. Just think back, maybe. Back to when things felt simpler, even when they weren't. Aren’t you?”

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