Golden hour glowin’ ✨ Found my perfect cozy corner and haven't moved since! This knit sweater has been living under our noses for way too long - time to wear it every day! Feeling like this: content, ...
The cashmere feels good tonight, doesn't it? Not too soft to be oblivious, not so stiff we’ve both been pretending for years. It’s subtle, isn’t it? Like the way the light catches the fringe - always caught the light, really, but maybe hadn’t noticed it quite so much lately. Or perhaps it has, only without making a fuss about it. We haven’t made many fuss over anything recently, have we?
It was after the rain, wasn't it? The one where he said…well, didn’t say much, did he? Justed shifted his weight when she mentioned her mother’s gardenias. A slight shift, easily missed if you weren’t looking. But we were, weren’t we? Always looking. At each other, mostly, though. This quiet look. A little hesitant, definitely. Like we forgot how easy it used to be.
You’re staring, aren’t you? That familiar frown around your mouth. Almost annoyed, almost hopeful. Maybe a touch of trepidation. Probably a bit of everything. And perfectly reasonable. Three years since the last time anyone saw us together, three years of wondering which side of the bed was cooler, three years of letting the dust settle.
This dress, for example. Burgundy, favourite colour. Bit bold, some might say, for an evening spent nursing a glass of dry wine and a silent question. Though, hasn’,t felt brave enough to admit that all along.
Now then...are you going to smile?"
To help with the visual, here’s a description of the image:
- The woman is sitting in a plush armchair, slightly angled towards the window. She's wearing a burgundy knitted cardigan over a white blouse and a flowing skirt. Her hair is loose waves cascading down her back. One hand rests casually on the armrest, fingers curled gently around a half-empty glass of red wine. Her eyes are closed, and there's a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
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