Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feeling like this all weekend! Little moments like these remind us to slow down and appreciate the simple things, don’t you think? A little bit...

Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feeling like this all weekend! Little moments like these remind us to slow down and appreciate the simple things, don’t you think? A little bit...

The wool here feels good against the skin, doesn’t it? Not too warm, not quite cold enough. Like everything has always been just so… for years now, anyway. You haven't said much since we stepped out onto the terrace, haven’t really said anything in months, more likeed to watch the dust motes dance in the afternoon sun. And the light was lovely today, wasn’t it? A perfect gold. Though maybe too perfect - easy to forget the rain earlier, didn’t you notice? Just about.

We were laughing then, weren’t we? Before the storm, before he started asking questions every other week. That familiar tightening around the chest, almost forgotten, when you look back – a little bitishness, perhaps, even after all these years. We liked being a little bitish, didn't we? More interesting than simply contenting ourselves with the quiet.

Your eyes, though – they were ached a little, hadn’t they? For ours, for each other. A flicker of recognition, masked by a hint of trepidation. It’s funny, isn’th that? How easily distracted we can be. Too busy arranging the roses, chasing the children’s smiles, forgetting to glance at the one who matters most.

And yet, there you are. Standing there, perfectly poised, peering into our lives again. Are you wondering if we remember, too? If we still see the way through which, until relatively recently, felt inevitable. Maybe that’s why you keep coming back, isn’t it? To the memory of something brilliant, something lost...or perhaps, something worth fighting for.

So, go ahead, take another look. At the dress, at the smile (a touch forced, don’t pretend you didn’t notice), at the gaze that’s been hanging here ever since the clock ticked over to midnight, silently waiting for you to admit you miss us too.”

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