Sunlight through the leaves and a cozy knit – that’s what it’s all about! Feeling like we found our little slice of heaven today, just us and this perfect autumn breeze. A bit dreamy, maybe? Loving ev...

“There,” I murmur, voice a little dustier than it should be after all these years. “That was… nice.” Not ‘nice,’ not exactly. More likeable to what might have been. It’s been a while since that felt so easy, hasn’t it? The light wasn’t harsh then, more forgiving. Now, there’s always this sliver, doesn’t there? This sliver of awareness that maybe things weren’t entirely perfect, even if everyone kept saying they were.

Of course, everything was perfectly orchestrated, wasn’t it? This dress - a bit too flamboyant for a Tuesday evening, perhaps, a memory of champagne bubbles clinging to the fabric. Silk, though, which means something - smooth, luxurious, a hint of indulgence. Unlike those wrinkles around the eyes lately, the ones that didn’t quite gethere when you arrived. Not that you look bad, don’t misunderstand. Just...familiar. And sometimes, familiarity can be a little intimidating.

See us staring out the window, then? Probably nothing much happening outside, really. Or perhaps, just enough. A gust of wind rustling through the leaves, mirroring the way your hair used to fall across your forehead. Remember that? Before the whispers started, before the silences got longer.

We haven’byed you, of course. We never actually did. That’s the point, isn’t it? It hadn’t gone wrong, not really. Maybe we were afraid of admitting that, afraid of breaking free from the carefully constructed stillness. So we stay here, nestled amongst the memories, sipping tea brewed weak without complaint.

Now, aren't you going to smile?"

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