Golden hour glowin’ – feels like we finally found our perfect little corner today! A cozy sweater, a steaming latte (okay maybe two!), and that feeling when everything just…clicked. A simple kind of ...

(The wool skirt feels a little too itchy tonight, doesn’t it?)

Here goes...

“There.” That’s probably what you thought, didn’t it? A bit lost, perhaps. Like a well-dressed ghost, drifting through the dust motes of yesterday. It has been…a while. Longer than we liked to admit, really. Six years, more or less since he asked, six years since the leaves started turning golden and everything felt so certain. Not that sure, not exactly - just…comfortable. Which was enough for a good long time. Wasn’t it?

Your eyes were ached when you arrived, weren’t they? A hesitant brightness, masking a quiet exhaustion. Nothing dramatic, nothing needing to be said, just the subtle fraying around the edges of something beautiful. We both knew then, didn’t we? That almost-but-not-quite feeling had lingered. We used to get away with ignoring it, mostly. Used to.

Now look at you. Still handsome, though maybe a touch wary. And there, in that eyebrow raise, wasn’t there? The one that always got under our skin. Remember that one? When you nearly dropped the wine during the harvest festival? Silly thing, clumsy. But charmingly so.

It'ed been silent for a minute, hadn't it? Just the tick of the grandfather clock downstairs, and the faintest scent of cedarwood from the bookshelf behind you. Now you're staring back, tilting your head ever so slightly. Probably wondering if we remember, too. If we remembered him, all those summers by the lake, the way the light caught his hair…

This gaze of yours isn't quite accusatory, more like gentle curiosity. Almost welcoming. Maybe, just maybe, after all these years, we’re brave enough to let ourselves notice again. This slight turn of the mouth—wasn't it a hint of a smile?—and here we are, aren't we? Caught between comfort and fear, wrapped up in this familiar room, with the scent of autumn and a lifetime of questions hanging in the air. So go ahead, don't move. Too much at stake to lose."

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