Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect vintage knit – feeling like we’ve found our little haven today! A bit of quiet reflection, a whole lot of cozy vibes. Don't mind the mess (we love it!). Li...

“The wool’s scratchy tonight, isn't it?” That’s probably what you noticed. It always was, really - the way the cable knitches at your skin when you turn too much. Not painfully so, never painful…just…present. Like the memory itself. A bit rough around the edges. It has been five years, hasn't it? Five since the quiet one, didn't it? We certainly weren’t shouting then.”

We were drinking hot chocolate, remember? Dark roast, always dark roast. Your favorite. And us, draped across the fireplace, all cozy comfort and carefully concealed annoyance. Or maybe that was just ours. For a while there, it felt like our thing. Before everything started to fray, naturally. Didn't everyone with a good thing ever find a fault?

Here you are, standing awkwardly, almost hesitant. Aren't you always. One hand tucked into pocket, trying to look casual about being here, after all these years. Like you don't quite know if you should be. Like we shouldn’t.

This scarf – cashmere, of course. Always the most expensive one. Makes us feel secure, doesn’ed though? Almost smugly sure of ourselves, even as the rain outside keeps drumming against the windowpane, mirroring the gentle rhythm of the ticking clock.

Your eyes flickered over the coffee cup earlier. Empty, obviously. But did you notice the slight tremor in your chin? Probably not. Too busy wondering what to say. Which is fair. Talking can be tricky sometimes, especially after all this time."

A small smile played on our lips, hadn't it? Just a hint of warmth beneath the layers of reserve. Perhaps you knew then, deep down, that we haven’t minded the distance. Much. Have we?

Now, don’t stare so intently. Relax. Let yourself see us. “So,” we said, tilting our head slightly, just so. "What brings you back?"

How does that sound? Do you want any tweaks, perhaps more focus on the scent of woodsmoke, or a bit more doubt in our voice? Let us know! 🍂 ✨