Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect fall breeze - feeling like we’re wrapped up in our favorite cozy sweater today! A little bit sleepy, a whole lot of magic. Loving these quiet mornings spen...

Okay, let’s hear those words! Here’s our monolog -

The wool’s scratchy tonight, isn't it? Not terribly so – we haven’t worn these coats in years, not these coats. More likely, it’s us. It always was, wasn't there? A subtle resistance to the cold, almost. Like we were afraid if either of us truly felt something, the frost would bite too deep. Looked out of habit, really. That tilted head of yours, usually so eager for confirmation, but here… more hesitant than usual. A flicker, then, when the light caught the dust motes dancing off the log fire last week – didn't notice you quite take note.

We shouldn't be surprised. It’s been quiet, hasn’t it? Almost painfully so since... well, since. The argument. Or perhaps just the agreement to simply stop asking about it. Your hand brushed mine at dinner, didn’t it? Nearly lost it, hadn’t we? Thought maybe, finally, after all these silent nights spent tracing patterns in the rug, a little warmth might return.

Thatched roof outside, rain already beginning to fall – familiar scent of wet earth and woodsmoke. Remember those evenings? All the books piled high, the cats curled up by the hearth, even the slight whiff of disappointment with each missed page. And you, gazing at us – one of us, obviously, though which one often felt like a question.

Now look at you. Just standing there, aren'– don't be frightened. We weren’t perfect, remember? Nothing ever was. Now, smile. It has been ages since you smiled.”

There’s that hint of amusement in your eyes, doesn’t there? A sliver of forgiveness. Good. Let’s see if we can hold onto that. Just need to relax a bit, loosen up the shoulders – the tweed feels tighter than it should. Okay, breathe through it… And gaze back at us, then. Just gaze."

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