Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect fall feeling – nothing quite like it! Cozying up in my favorite oversized knit today, sipping tea (obviously), and letting all the worries drift away. A li...

Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect fall feeling – nothing quite like it! Cozying up in my favorite oversized knit today, sipping tea (obviously), and letting all the worries drift away. A li...

(The muted grey light drifts through the window, catching the fraying edge of the cable knit sweater draped around my shoulders.)

Here we are then. After all these years. Or so it feels like. It hasn’t been that many, not really. Ten, maybe? Since he last had us believe things were certain, which, to be fair, wasn’t often enough for either of us, was it? A little too much certainty when it suited him, less when it got tricky. Like always.

Don’t think about that too hard though, do you? Not yet. Just look at the hand, curled loosely in the mug, the faint warmth of Earl Grey against the chill - good tea. Always preferred his brewing, a touch more robust than most. This one...this one has felt nice lately. Quietly reassuring, if a bit predictable.

We haven't spoken a word in minutes, of course. That’s the point, isn't it? The beauty of it. Or the torment. Hard to say sometimes. Sometimes it feels like a gentle current, carrying us along, other times like standing knee-deep in cold water. These woollen trousers – comfortable, certainly, but perhaps a little worn, reflecting the weariness of knowing. And this cardigan…a gift, probably, after a particularly difficult winter. He always knew how to pick them.

Your gaze is interesting, anyway. A hesitant curiosity mixed with a flicker of apprehension. Did you expect to find us here, then? Nestled amongst the familiar clutter of this life, almost without noticing? Well, here we are.

That slight turn of the chin, aren’ed there? Trying to appear indifferent, of course. We never did admit to feeling anything too strongly. Too messy, too vulnerable. But didn’t love it, being a little lost sometimes?

So, go ahead. Look again. At the way the dust motes dance in the sunlight, at the hint of lipstick on the glass, at us. Doesn't need to be said aloud. Just…look."


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