Golden hour glowin’ – feels like this was our week all along! Simple sweaters, favorite boots, and that perfect amount of cozy chaos. Sometimes it’s those quiet moments that matter most… isn’t it? Fee...

The cashmere feels nice tonight, doesn’t it? Always does, though sometimes you forget to notice. It’s not that it needs noticing, more… well, less than usual, perhaps. These years haven’t always felt so muted. Remember the colours then? A little too bright maybe, a little too much noise - but definitely life. And him, of course. That restless energy, that easy laugh... He hasn't had quite the same space to breathe for a while now, has he? Not since the quiet started.

You're staring, aren’t you? The way you always do—a slight furrowed brow, a hint of bemusement mixed with something else entirely. Doubtful curiosity, probably. Happens every time. Like watching a familiar ghost. We were never terrible, not really. Just… distant. Comfortable distance, everyone said. But comfortable can be dulling, isn’t it?

That silver ring on your finger—did you remember to wear it? Small things matter, don't they? Used to, didn’t we? Notice all the small things. This dress, dark blue, reminds us of one evening by the lake. Rain was threatening, but we didn’t care. Spent the whole night talking about nothing, mostly.

Now look at us, sitting here, feeling vaguely guilty, slightly expectant. Here comes another silence, which happens often enough these days. Maybe you think we’re expecting you to say something, to break through. Or maybe you’re simply curious about why we’ve been perfectly content to sit here alone, lost in our thoughts, for so long.

It wasn't a bad life, not without you. Was it? Now, smile, then. A genuine one this time.”

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