Golden hour glowin’ ✨ Just us and our favorite cozy sweater today – feeling like we could spend all day here, curled up with a book and a perfect cupa tea. Little moments like these are everything, do...

“The rain again,” we murmur, mostly to ourselves. It always rains when he visits, doesn’t it? Not a deluge, nothing dramatic. Just…softly persistent, like memory itself. This scarf, for instance. Dark emerald, his favourite colour. Or so we thought. We bought it three years ago today, after all – well, nearly. Almost forgot about it until now. Feels comfortable enough, this dress too, although maybe a little too familiar. Like a worn leather jacket, a comfort forged through both joy and a fair amount of friction.

You don't say much, do you? That’s fine. Always did prefer things quiet, didn’t mean to, never meant to. More than a little silent these days, though, isn’t there? After everything. The argument, the packing, the slow drifting away. Before that, it wasn't so bad, was it? Too easy, some might say. Were we blind then? Perhaps.

This glass of Pinot Noir has been sitting here for an hour, lukewarm already. Reflective, like that time he caught us laughing over the kitchen table. Such simple happiness. Now, only echoes.

Your nose wrinkles slightly when you look at us, don’—t pretend you don’t. Slightly embarrassed, aren’t you? Maybe a bit hopeful. Good. Don’t be afraid to admit it. It hasn’t been entirely without its charm, this life. And certainly, there’s no arguing with the light filtering in through the leaves outside.

Now, smile. Let’s see if you remember.”

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