Golden hour glowin’ – and it feels good! ✨ Cozying up here at home today with our favorite striped tee and a perfect cup of tea (obviously). Nothing beats those simple moments of peace and feeling lik...

“There,” she said, of course. A perfectly reasonable word for the way we always used to talk about everything – ‘there’. ‘The trouble was there’, which meant mostly us, obviously. Though not us, exactly. Not yet. It’s been… well, longer than expected. Ten years, give or take. The scent of cedar still hangs in here, doesn't it? From the bookcase, probably. We did love being indoorsy.

These shoes aren’t terribly dramatic, these boots, really. Just a little bit worn around the edges, much like ourselves. Dark brown velvet, comfortable enough, though. Too comfortable perhaps. That’s half the problem, isn’t it? Maybe too comfortable. Like sinking into this chair after hours spent fighting, almost. Almost feeling alright again.

Your eyes were so bright then, weren’t they? Before all the quiet started. Now, it's more like a dimmed bulb – familiar, comforting even. But tonight, when you entered, hesitant, like a ghost trying on old slippers... “Well?” Didn't quite say it, of course. Just shifted your weight. Such a subtle shift.

A flicker of recognition, definitely. Did you remember the way our hands felt, those summer nights by the sea? Or were we just remembering the sound of the waves?

That slight tilt of your head – haven’ed seen that in ages. And my left eyebrow has been doing its dutiful job since, hasn’t it? Always questioning. Alwaysing.”

We’re smiling, aren’t we? A smallish smile. Nervous, but hopeful.

Now, don’t stand there staring. Say something."

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