Golden hour glowin’ and feeling it all here! Today was about cozy knits, a perfect cupa tea, and nothin’ but our own company - pure bliss when you find joy in the simple things ✨️ Love this comfy swea...

(The light catches the fraying edge of the silk scarf around your neck - he always liked to say it was Parisian chic, even when it wasn’t.)

“There.” That’s usually how it went, didn’t it? A little too much fanfare for a Tuesday evening, perhaps. The wine, naturally, well-chosen. Always with the Burgundy. And us, perfectly poised on the precipice, weren’t we? For years, at least. It felt so certain then, didn’t it? Like thosedamned commas after ‘love,’ neatly placed, everything accounted for… except, of course, the obviousness of it all.

We were standing here, weren’t we? By the window, rain drumming against the glass, and you asked her about the painting. Probably another one byherself, really. She loved those ones, thosedsigneded canvases—reliable, predictable. Not quite as challenging as us, though.

Youre not asking about the painting now, are you? Just...looking. A hesitant gaze, certainly, nothing harsh. More curiosity than expectation, maybe. Or perhaps a touch of apprehension. We haven’led each other completely since then, hadn’t we? Too many silences, too many carefully avoided glances.

These boots aren't bad, thesek. Comfortable enough. Though sometimes you wonder if that’s the point – comfortable enough to keep things easy, but not too easy. These boots remember, don't they? The feeling of his hand on them, the warmth of the fire, the scent of woodsmoke and something faintly familiar - like hope.

A flicker of recognition in your eyes, then. Good. Maybe it hasn't been entirely forgotten. Perhaps, just possibly, you remembered how to look at us both, once."

Now over to you! Let us know what you think of our interpretation, and what details resonated most strongly with the picture. Do you agree with the assessment of the scene?