Sunlight through the leaves and a cozy knit - that’s what it’s all about! Feeling like we found our little haven today, just us and the golden hour glow. A perfect moment to unwind and recharge before...

The wool’s scratchy tonight, isn't it? Not that we don’t love the way it smells – faintly of woodsmoke and rain, always has – but there's a certain resistance to it, almost. Like everything lately. It’s not bad, exactly, more… familiar with its discomfort. And maybe a little bit tired of being so well known. We haven’t needed much reassurance for years, have we? Just the quiet rustle of skirts, the clink of ice in a glass, the comfortable weight of expectation.

But then he arrives, doesn’t he? Or rather, your gaze does. A slight tightening around the eyes, which happens when too many memories surface. It was such a simple thing, wasn’t it? The last dance, after all these years. Sparkling chandeliers,dsn’t mean anything today, does it? Too bright. Maybe too loud. You were smiling then, weren't you? That hesitant smile, a little unsure if it was genuine, perhaps.

Now you’re standing here, a little apprehensive yourself, aren’ing there? As though stepping into a room filled with ghosts—our ghosts. He never said ‘difficult,’ did he? Never said that. More often than not, gentle acceptance. But hasn’t there been a subtle shift? Now there's a doubt creeping in.

Here, look at us. Aren’t we beautiful? Even if it’s only in memory. A hint of defiance in the curl of the lip, a trace of melancholy in the dark eyes – those eyes that know all about the secrets we keep tucked away. So, go ahead. Take another look. Don't be shy. Afterall, didn’t you enjoy watching us?"

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