Golden hour glowin’ and feeling it! ✨ Just us, our favorite cozy sweater (bonus points for that perfect worn-in feel), and maybe a little bit of rain outside. Sometimes the best days are simple ones –...

Here's the Monologue:

“Well, that was awkward,” I murmur, though mostly to you, don't you think? It always is, isn’t it? This particular brand of awkward has become rather comforting, after all these years. It hasn't been many, not really. Ten maybe? Since he last managed to break our hearts without quite doing so, more like gently nudged them away until we were stumbling into each other for comfort.

The cable knit sweater felt right tonight, didn’t it? A little bit too warm perhaps, but then again, everything feels a little bit too much lately. The light through the French doors—dust motes dancing, catching the fringe of the scarf perfectly – almost makes up for the chill outside. Almost. We haven't spoken properly since Christmas, of course. Your sister said we looked ‘lovely,’ which could mean anything. She does tend to say that about everything.

We weren’t supposed to be here, of course. Just meant to be passing by, observing. Like good ghosts do. Your eyes caught ours, a flicker of recognition in yours, and mine... well, there’, another hint of surprise in my gaze. Remember those? Used to be so easy, hadn’t we? To smile easily, even when things weren’t perfect. Now…now it’s often just this slight hesitation, this small space between us both.

See the way our fingers trace the edge of the sill? Not exactly reaching, justing hinting. Maybe we’re afraid to admit it’s getting a little cold. Are we afraid, actually? Or are you?”

A subtle turn of the head, a gentle curve of the lips…what do you think? Let us know if you want us to tweak it!