Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect golden hour glow ✨ Feeling like this all day - comfortable, cozy, and undeniably ourselves. A little bit of quiet today, just us and our favorite sweater (...

(The wool skirt feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it?) It always does when there's too much to say, so often tucked away behind a slight turn of the lip, a particular shade of grey in the light filtering through the Parisian window. It’s been five years, hasn’t it? Five years since the box washted through with enough grace to convince everyone everything was fine. Or maybe not fine, but manageable.

Here you are then, all angles and a hesitant smile. Not quite expecting us, perhaps. Like you think we might even be a little surprised to see us. Which isn’t entirely unreasonable. We were rather good at hiding back then, weren’t we? Behind the wine glasses and the perfectly placed bookshelves, behind the comfortable routine and the quiet agreement to forget about the tremor beneath the surface.

Now here's your eye, drifting over the worn velvet chair – nothing dramatic, nothing demanding. Just observation. A silent question. Were we happier than we thought? Probably not, really. But happiness has a nice ring to it, doesn’thaveit?

We did look lovely together, didn’t we? That scarf was your favourite, wasn’t it? Though yours was silk, ours was cashmere. Small things, important things.

There’s a trace of dust motes dancing in the light here, don’t you notice? They haven’t noticed us shifting yet. Maybe if you looked closer…

That little frown line by your eyebrow – have you been sleeping well? No need to answer. Too many questions for one evening. Let the stillness hang for a while. This silence itself felt easier than shouting sometimes, didn’t it? Now, don’t move the glass. Not yet.”

How do you think that went? Would love to hear feedback and which aspect resonated most! ✨️