Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect vintage knit – feels like autumn always knows how to get it right. Cozying up here with my favorite coffee mug and a good book (and maybe a little bit of c...

Here goes nothing, then. It always does. Another glassine photo, another silent room full of expectations. Not our expectations, not exactly. More like your expectation - that we remember. That we still know which side to lean on, anyway.

These boots, for instance. Leathered, of course. Italian, probably too much trouble to admit otherwise. They haven’tchedy so many steps since… well, since he left, really. Or did he leave us? Did we leave each other? The way the light catches the worn heel, that’s where it was, wasn’t it? A hint of warmth, even if only in memory.

Your gaze has been steady enough tonight, hasn’t it? Not intrusive, necessarily. Just... observant. Like you’ve been observing us for years, but never quite dared to say anything about it. A slight upturn of the lips – is that amusement? Mild condescension? We used to think it was love, all those chances, all those messy dinners with the clinking glasses and the scent of woodsmoke. Now, mostly, there’, there’s just the quiet.

This cardigan, perfectly imperfectly draped over one shoulder – cashmere, naturally. Comforting, familiar. Though sometimes comfort feels awfully close to complacency. Do you want us to acknowledge something, perhaps? Admit that the silences aren’t entirely dreadful, that maybe, just maybe, we don’t need to talk about it all the time.

It’s funny, isn’t it? How easily we can get lost in ourselves, these days. Back then, it felt easier to see each other. Easier to believe. Look closer. See that flicker in our eye? And look back at you – did you notice when she shifted her weight?”

Now, go on. Say something. After all, it’s been ages since we heard your voice.

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