Sunlight through the leaves and a perfect Parisian morning – feeling like we found our little slice of heaven today. A cozy knit, a classic trench, and endless coffee to go! Simple joys, right? Let us...
Here goes…
“There.” That’s what she said last week, didn’t there? “Just a hint of doubt,” she’d purred, nodding towards the cable knit sweater - not too obvious, after all. This one was comfortable enough, hadn’t been too fussy to get out for today’s walk, though the slight fraying around the cuffs always reminds us of autumn, doesn’t it? A little bit melancholic, perhaps—like everything lately.
Your eyes are curious, aren’t they? Not quite expectant, more... hesitant. Like you weren't sure if you wanted to be here, which, truth be told, sometimes feels easier than admitting it outright. He liked the colours, he did. The grey of the sky reflected perfectly in the puddle outside the window when we took those photos, didn’t it? All blurry and golden light then. Now, mostly just silvered memories.
We haven't spoken much since… well, years. Seems like an age ago, but yesterday felt so close. Just a flicker of recognition in your face during dinner, wasn’t it? When the waiter brought the wine, and you almost smiled when we reached for each other’s glasses. Almost. It's nice to see the familiar shape of things, isn’, with these sorts of glimpses.
That frown has been perched on our lips ever since, hasn’t it? Always thinking about whether we were doing it right, being brave, holding tight. This gaze, for instance – it’s a touchishydrated compared to when he used to look. Lessens every time, surely. Though maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
So, go ahead. Take another look. Doesn't mean you had to approve of everything, just that you’re still here, gazing back. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to loosen the grip of the quiet."
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