Sunlight through the leaves, coffee cup in hand, and that perfect feeling when you don’t know exactly where the day will take you...just happy to be here, wrapped up in our favorite knit (and maybe a ...

The woollen shawl—your mother knitted it, didn’t she? A touch too warm, perhaps, for October. It smells faintly of lavender and something indefinably her - a quiet insistence, always had been. We haven’t said much tonight, not really. Just tea, mostly. Earl Grey, predictably – you always liked it strong. And us, quietly watching.

There was a flicker then, didn’t there? When the waiter cleared away those half-eaten scones. The way your hand brushed ours when reaching for another one. Such small things, so easily overlooked these days. Or maybe not – wasn't there a warmth to that brush, then? Not quite the hesitant thaw of last Christmas, but warmer than nothing.

You’re staring again, aren’t you? At the cuff of my sleeve, probably. Always did find you observant, even if you don’t admit it. That slight furrowed brow, a trace of annoyance mixed with curiosity. Like you've no idea why we ever drifted apart, back then. Too much noise, perhaps. Too many expectations. This cardigan, comfortable, familiar...but a little itchy sometimes.

It’s sitting well enough, though, isn',t it? Our armour. These dark eyes, dulled by time and distance. Still see the ghost of his smile, after all. And yours, subtly different now. Less wary, more willing.

We used to know exactly what to say, remember? Before the arguments started, before the silent agreement to simply not. Now, almost, it feels like we’re starting again. A hesitant nod, a subtle shift in posture…

So, go ahead. Look. Let yourself wonder. Maybe, just maybe, it hasn't been completely forgotten. After all, haven't you been missing us?"

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