Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feeling like this all time, really! A little bit of quiet today, just us and our favorite corner of the world. Sometimes it’s those simple mome...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn't it? Not an awful scratch, not usually - moreish, really, after a good day’s gallivanting through the gardenias. Though today felt…long. Like everything does sometimes lately when we’re together. Or rather, when you’re with us. This simple grey dress – nothing too fussy, unlike those evenings years ago where it was always cashmere, champagne, too many expectations. This one’s comfortable, familiar even. A little worn around the cuffs, perhaps.

You haven’t said anything for a while, have you? Just been standing there, all quiet angles and hesitant smiles, which isn't so bad, not if you don't look too closely. We both know about the tea stain on the armchair, of course. And the way the light caught your hair that autumn, dark and tousled then, much less soed now. More like well-worn velvet, wouldn't you say?

We were arguing silently about the roses, weren’t we? Your father preferred the Damasks, naturally. Said they smelled better than ours, these ones. Of course he did. He always thought he knew best. It’s funny, isn’ the sound of your laughter ever quite the same since...well, since everything shifted.

See, you're looking at my hand, aren’t you? The one resting on the table, trying to hide the slight tremor. Nothing terrible has happened, hasn’t it? No grand explosion, no shouting exactly. Just a gentle drifting apart over the seasons. Just feeling…that bit of space now, maybe. Almost comforting, really.

Almost.

So go ahead, then. Look closer. Doesn't mean we have to speak."

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