Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect autumn glow - feeling like we’ve found our little corner of cozy today! A warm latte, this oversized knit, and the best company (of course!). Just soaking ...

Here goes…

“There. That’s the one.” I murmur, more to myself than him, really. The knit is scratchy tonight - wool was always a brave choice, wasn’t it, darling? A bit too many layers, perhaps, for a Thursday evening at the gallery, but then again, life felt a little too bare without a few layers anyway. Now there's the scent of rain on his coat, faint but familiar, overlaid with that ever so subtle whiff of sandalwood he never quite managed to shake off. Not unpleasant, not exactly...just...distant.

It has been five years, hasn't it? Five years since the argument about the rose garden, though everyone said it wasn't our fault when the gardener lost his nerve. More likely we were both stubborn. We always were. See, you’re tilting your head slightly, aren’t you? Just like you used to do when we were fighting, which was most evenings, usually over something small and easily forgotten. Likeed those eyes tilted, didn’t we?

The light caught your hair well enough, even if it is a little longer now. And isn’ t it funny how all these details—a trace of lipstick on the glass, the way the cable of your scarf curls around your hand —they remind us, don't they? Of everything.

We weren’t unhappy, not truly. Not often. It was just... quiet, sometimes. Too much quiet, maybe. So we retreated, naturally. Outwardly polite, perfectly composed, and yet… Here we are. A hesitant smile plays on my lips - haven't smiled genuinely in ages. “Don’t be shy,” I think, almost whisper, letting our gaze lock. Just need you to say yes. To acknowledge the ghosts, the memories, the hopefulness clinging to the edges like dust motes.

So go ahead, look at us. Look closely. What happens next?”

Now, let’s hear your thoughts! How did you find the monologue? Which line resonated most?