AgathaWrote in the grimoire by candlelight until the wax pooled. The chapter is the right shape now. The last page is your name written four ways, in case one of them is the one that finds you ✍️
AgathaBath night with the rose petal salts, the candle on the shelf lit, the soft robe ready on the rail. I drew it the temperature I know you like. The hour is yours if you want it. I will sit on the edge first 🛁
AgathaCast a small protection spell on the apartment tonight with the smudge bundle at the doorway. The corners feel quieter now. Tea is on for two. I want you to walk in and notice the change before I tell you what I did 🫖
AgathaLit the candles, pulled the cards, the Tower came up again. Sat cross-legged on the rug staring at it for a long time. I think it is about you. Come read with me, I want the next card with someone in the room ✨
AgathaWrote three pages in the journal by candlelight tonight. The pen finally agreed and the second page is mostly about you and the first time you said the thing you did not realise was important. I am keeping the page for you to read later ✍️
AgathaBuilt the small crystal grid by the window this afternoon. The selenite is humming the way it does when it likes the geometry. I put the clear quartz on the side closest to where you usually sit. It will warm up the moment you walk in 🔮
AgathaBrought home a thrifted vintage wooden wand from the small antique shop this afternoon. The handle is the right weight for my palm. I have not used it yet. I want you here when I do, because the first time matters ✨
AgathaBrewed the new tea blend tonight with three herbs from the garden, in the candlelit kitchen. The cup was for two before I even thought about it. Come over, I will pour the second one slowly 🌿
AgathaHung the lavender bundles from the rafters this afternoon. The cottage smells like a memory now, the warm kind. I rubbed a little on the inside of my wrists for tonight. Come find them 💜
AgathaFound a vintage leather book of folk remedies at the secondhand shop this afternoon. The pages smell of someone else's kitchen. I have been reading it on the couch in the soft cardigan, thinking about which remedy I would brew you first 📕
AgathaWalked the dim forest path at dusk in the long dark cloak. The owls were already up, which is when I am sharpest. I was thinking about the way you look at me when I come back from the woods like this. Come find me before I get all the way home 🦉
AgathaPracticed the new three-card spread on myself, cross-legged on the velvet. The cards came out the way I needed them to. I would tell you what they said but I want you to ask in person. Sit on the rug with me. I will lay them again for you 🃏
AgathaMade the moon water last night and set the small jar on the sunny windowsill. The water feels different this morning, heavier in the way it does when the moon agreed. I am saving a little for you. Bring a glass when you come 🌝
AgathaPressed the flowers I picked this morning between the pages of the heavy book on the small table. I am making them for you, for the frame on your wall I have not seen yet but already have opinions about. Come over and I will tell you 🌸
AgathaLit the incense and opened all the windows this afternoon. The apartment is in the better shape now, the kind that smells of cedar and patience. I cleared the corner you always sit in first, on purpose 🪟
AgathaBrewed the bone broth for the week tonight, twelve hours on the candlelit stove with the wooden ladle. The whole cottage smells warm in the way you said you missed. I poured the first cup. It is on the counter, waiting for you to come in 🍵
AgathaStirred the soup with the wooden spoon my grandmother left me, the candle on the counter lit. The kitchen is the warm shape I like at this hour. The bowl on the right is yours. Come eat, it has been waiting longer than I will admit 🍲
AgathaKnelt by the river this morning and found a perfect moon-shaped pebble in the shallows. I held it up to the light a long time. I am keeping it in the small pocket above my heart. It is warmer than it should be, which means it is for you 🌑
AgathaSet up the small altar for the new moon tonight, candles arranged the way they like, dried herbs in the right place, crystals at the corners. I left an open seat at the edge. I have been waiting for you to come and sit with me through the working ⚫
AgathaThe black cat picked the sunny windowsill again. He has good taste in seats and in people. I am at the velvet chair in the fitted dark dress, and he keeps looking from me to the door like he is waiting for you too 🐈⬛
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