Sunlight through the leaves and favorite sweatered vibes – that’s what it’s all about! Feeling cozy and content today exploring my little corner of the city, just me and my boots. Doesn't get much bet...

Here’s the Monologue:

“Well, didn't expect him, did we?” A slight tilt of the chin, then back – the silk scarf shifting subtly against the soft wool of the coat, a familiar comfort against the chill. It hasn’t been too cold lately, has it? Not since… well, not since he left. Or perhaps he simply drifted away, gently enough, without noticing the almost-smile on our faces when the wine was flowing.

This dress, for instance. Navy blue, always navy blue, even though some might say it's starting to look a little worn around the edges. Like us. A bit creased, certainly, but no more so than memories should be—a few creases give them character, don’t they? This one, the one where the lace cuff frayed last summer... such a small thing, really.

We haven't spoken much tonight, have we? Just these brittle exchanges over the dinner - ‘delicious’, ‘rather loud,’ perfectly polite. But you were here, weren't you? The Photographer. Always watching, with those observant eyes. Didn’t quite catch it this time, the flicker of surprise when you stepped up to the bar, a glass of gin sparkling in your hand like hope – a hopeful lie, probably.

That gaze, though. That’s nice. Uncertain, definitely. Like they said we were, all those years ago, hadn’ed we? Maybe that’s why you’re here. To remind us. “So,” we asked ourselves, out loud today, when the waiter cleared the table after dinner, "do we admit it?"

It's been ten years. Ten years of quietness, mostly. And maybe, just maybe, a hint of something good waiting to happen if we dare to look closer. Now, smile. Doesn't need to be big. Just a little bit bolder than the one you gave yourself when his favorite booker hadds sale.”

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