Golden hour glowin’ and feeling it all. Cozy sweater, perfect coffee (a little bit of oat milk!), and even better company - that’s what it’s all about! A simple moment captured here in our favorite c...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not that bad, really – not compared to last time. It’s more...familiar, isn’t it? Like an old habit we both secretly still enjoy, even if it does tickle a little too much sometimes. These boots were your favourite, weren’t they? A bit scuffed about, naturally – lived-in, definitely. Unlike us, perhaps.

We haven't said anything for ages, have we? Just been standing here, then, hasn’t there? For weeks maybe. Or was it months? The fire should be low by now, embers glowing faintly… almost forgotten the heat, didn’t we? Almost. That slight tightening around the eyes when he mentioned her name – did you notice that? We always noticed, usually.

Your nose is close, then. Not intrusive, exactly. More like a permission granted. A hesitant acknowledgement. Did you think we’d finally let ourselves admit it all, then? That after the quiet years spent blaming, defending, retreating – that something genuine might actually have survived.

It wasn’t a grand explosion, had you noticed that. Nothing quite so dramatic as to expect. Just a shift, one night, a shared cup of tea, a flicker of recognition. And now this. This stillness.

Now you’re staring back, aren’t you? Maybe with a touch of apprehension. Maybe with hope. Well, don’t stare too hard. Let’s just keep the feeling humming quietly underneath. Let’s just look.”

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