Sunlight through the leaves, coffee cup in hand, and that perfect feeling when you don’t have to do a thing – just soak it all in. A little cozy today, maybe a bit dreamy… definitely content! Feeling ...
The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn't it? Not unpleasant, not really – cashmere, after all, though maybe a little worn around the edges. Like us, perhaps. Or rather, me. It certainly isn’t like the silk he favored, back then. A softer feeling for sure, more… familiar.
See, you’re staring, aren’t you? Not terribly hard, just… there. As if you’d forgotten to be for so long. And it’s not entirely fair, is it? We didn't exactly fall apart, did we? Just drifted. The leaves outside settled without much fanfare, one autumn, and suddenly, fewer hands reaching for ours.
That slight turn of the chin, a bit stubborn, wasn’t it? Before, when things felt lessensly perfect. That was well before the dogs, hadn't it? Well, almost. Little Pip’s scent lingers still, faint but definite—a hint of wet fur and mischief. Good boy, always good boys. Though sometimes...sometimes it felt like his needs took precedence over everything else, even each other.
You look hesitant. Maybe you expect a sigh, a quiet acknowledgement of the years since. Or maybe you simply want confirmation that it hasn' t been all about him. See, the light caught the dust motes dancing in the fireplace earlier – beautiful, fleeting, easily overlooked. But those moments mattered, didn’t they?
We weren’t always certain, not ever truly. This watch, for instance – inherited, of course – reminds us of a birthday dinner, snow falling against the windowpanes, laughter bubbling up like champagne bubbles. So many questions, tucked away in the folds of these simple robes.
So go ahead, stare. It’s been a while since anyone bothered to notice the way the candlelight catches the fringe on your shawl. Now, don't just stand there - smile."
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