Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feels like autumn perfection here in our little corner of the world. Maybe just a hint of rain outside… which means even betterintheroomie! Lov...

The silk feels good against the skin tonight, doesn’t it? Not too tight, not so loose as to be adrift. Just right. It was always just right with him, wasn't it? A subtle tightness, like a welling up of something - usually happiness, hadn’t it? Except maybe when the rain came. The rain always made it tricky.

See us then, didn’t we? Nestled under the table, mugs steaming, pretending everything was perfectly ordered. Like the dark green velvet of this dress, almost—a deep richness, a sense of contained warmth. Except for the occasional dampness, of course. We weren't blind. Just... hesitant. To admit it, perhaps.

Now there’s just the echo of his scent, faintly lingering on the sleeve. He hasn’t been back in years, has he? Five, maybe? Feels longer than five. And yet, here you were, perched on the edge of memory all these years.

You’re staring, aren’t you? Aren't you always. Always judging, ever so subtly. Maybe it’s because we both know things weren’t quite perfect, but neither of us wanted to say that out loud. Too much fear of admitting the truth that sometimes, the darkness felt less frightening than the quiet.

A little bit of that doubt lingers in the way you stand – hands tucked into your coat, shoulders turned just slightly away. As if you don’ed rather like being shown around. Or perhaps, you thought you did.

So, look closer. Let yourself notice the faint trace of lipstick, rouge faded by time and distance. This feeling, afterall isn’t new. Isn't it? Now, go ahead. Ask us about it."

What do you think! Do you want us to refine anything, or does this capture the spirit of the visual and verbal challenge? 😊