Sunlight through the gauziest silkie, coffee steaming (and hopefully not too much!), and that perfect little bit of morning haze. Feeling like everything’s just right when you slow down enough to noti...

“The coffee’s cold, isn’t it?” We didn’t say it out loud, not really. Just a subtle tilt of the head when you shifted closer to the fireplace, a little too much light caught in your hair. It’s been five years since the argument, hasn’t it? Five years of almosts and half-truths whispered into scarves and silken sheets.

These boots, for instance. Not extravagant, nothing flashy. A simple corduroy, a bit worn around the heel – comfortable, familiar. Like us, then. Used to be. Feel them beneath the skirt, don’t you? The way the fabricinesced to the shape of our thighs all those nights, back when the rain sounded better than his guitar.

A smallness about the mouth, usually. That’s why you often forget. Or perhaps not. Did you notice the trace of lipstick left on the glass last night? Nothing dramatic, just a smudge of raspberry – your favourite. It’s funny, isn’by the way. Didn't think we’d ever admit it, did we? This quiet observation, this gentle curiosity.

Now you’re staring again, aren't we? Same gaze as always—a touch wary, maybe. As if we were the ones who broke something, rather than him, five years ago. Well, perhaps. Still, there’s warmth here, isn’t there? More warmth than you give away.

Just look past the tiredness lines around your eyes - haven’t noticed them lately, have you? Let yourself relax, then. It's okay. Maybe, just maybe, after all these years... “

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