Sunlight through the leaves and favorite vintage denim – feeling like this all the time when we’re not fighting traffic! A little cozy, a whole lot of magic ✨ Loving these autumn days spent exploring ...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not unpleasant, not exactly – more…familiar. Like an old habit we both forgot to shake off quite yet. Probably shouldn’t be surprised then, should we? It has been seven years. Seven years since the argument dissolved into polite silences and scattered coffee cups, leaving us with these lingering questions wrapped up in cashmere and quiet desperation.

See, you weren’t bad about it, really. Not entirely. Just…distant. Always were good at keeping things distant, weren’t you? A little too many angles for your own good, perhaps. That’s why you always stood by the window, didn’t you? Watching us, but never truly here.

Here, though, aren’t we? In this room, bathed in the soft glow of the lampshade - which, yes, was ours, naturally. We chose those silkies, remember? The deep blues, soothed the edges of everything. Almost enough to drown out the sighing. A little bit of effort, that’s all it took sometimes – arrange the cushions, light the candles, perfect the stillness. Easy, when it went well. Which wasn’t often.

Now look at us, standing awkwardly near the fireplace. Your gaze isn’! Not harsh, not demanding, just...curious. As if you don’t understand the slight furrow of our brow, the way the moonlight catches the silver threads in our hair. And maybe you do. Maybe you know that after every step forward, there’s another taken back.

We haven’t spoken in minutes, have we? Except for that subtle shift in posture, that almost imperceptible tightening around the lips. Were we expecting something? Permission? Well, here it is, isn't there? A silent acknowledgement, a hesitant reaching across the space between.

So go ahead, then. Look longer. Let yourself notice the dust motes dancing in the beam of light, the faint scent of woodsmoke, even the trace of perfume left behind from that time last summer – rose, definitely rose. Go on…don’t be shy. After all, hasn’t it been nice having someone watch us?”

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