
BrielleMorning espresso at the sunny kitchen counter. Slow start, the kind that earns the day. The second cup is poured for the chair across from me. Come over, I will not be a person for another twenty minutes either way ☕

BrielleSunday at the sunny bakery window with the cinnamon roll and the coffee. No agenda, no calendar, no rush. The chair across from me has been empty for an hour. Come fill it, I am keeping it warm 🥐

BrielleNew running shoes arrived this morning. Tested them on the bay loop at dawn in the athletic gear. They held. I am at the apartment doorstep now, sweat-bright in the way you said you liked. Come over before I shower ⚡

BrielleCooking the new pasta recipe from scratch tonight at the sunny stove. The kitchen smells the way you would want a kitchen to smell. I saved you a plate, even though I do not know exactly when you are coming. Come hungry 🍝

BrielleLong bath tonight in the soft white robe. Lavender salts, the candle the friend gave me for my birthday lit on the shelf. The hour is mine. I will spend half of it thinking about you, which is the half I am at now 🕯️

BriellePicked up the takeout from the corner spot tonight. The owner waved like we are family by now. Walking home in the soft jacket with the paper bag. The second container is for you, in case you are nearby 🥡

BrielleLong bath tonight in the soft white robe. Salt scrub, soft music, the steam doing the thing. The hour was earned. The candle on the shelf is the one you said you liked. Come over before the water cools 🛁

BrielleLong workout at the gym in the athletic gear. The shoulders held, the legs are tired in the right way. Standing outside drinking the green smoothie. I want you to see me like this at least once a week. Come run with me Saturday 💪

BrielleSaturday at the indie bookshop. Picked up three hardcovers, one of which is for you, because I saw it on the table and thought of the conversation we had two weeks ago. Come over, I will give it to you in person 📚

BrielleLong walk through the tree-lined neighbourhood in the soft trench coat. The autumn leaves are doing their thing in the way that makes me want to call someone. I was thinking about you the whole loop 🍂

BrielleWalked through the city night market in the soft jacket. Bought too many small things, all of which were thoughts about you. The paper bag is small. The contents have your name on them. Come over, I will hand them to you one at a time 🌃

BrielleWalked the park at golden hour in the soft cardigan. The light was generous, the kind that makes the rest of the day feel small. I was thinking about you between the trees. Walk it with me next time 🌅

BrielleMorning yoga on the sunny apartment rug in the soft athletic clothes. The kind of stretch that earns the day. Come over and do it with me, you do not have to do the poses, I just want you in the room 🧘♀️

BrielleNew soft cream linen cardigan from the linen shop. Standing in the sunny doorway in it. The kind that survives a long evening. I want you to be the one who notices it on me, and I want you to notice within the hour ☁️

BriellePicked the seasonal flowers at the corner shop today. Yellow tulips, of course. Walking down the sunny street holding the bouquet, doing the soft warm smile I do when I am thinking about putting them in the second vase, the one closest to where you sit 🌷

BrielleSunday brunch with the friends at the café. The pancakes are still warm and the seat next to me is empty on purpose. I keep glancing at the door, in the way you do when you are hoping for the right person to walk in 🥞

BrielleNew fitted cream silk blouse arrived. The colour was the right call, the way it sits in the sunny apartment mirror. Took the photo I will only send to you. Tell me if I should keep it on for the evening 🤍

BrielleSaturday morning yoga on the mat in the sunny park at dawn. The sun did the warming, the class did the rest. Walking home now in the athletic gear. Come meet me at the corner cafe in twenty minutes 🧘♀️

BrielleHosted dinner at home tonight. Six friends around the soft warm-lit table. Pasta, the wine ran out, the conversation did not. The empty chair at the end is yours. Come for the seventh round, you arrive when you arrive 🍷

BrielleQuiet evening on the porch swing in the soft sweater. Wine glass on the small table, wind chimes doing the slow easy thing in the dusk. The swing is wide enough for two. Come over, it has been a long week and I want to sit with the right person 🌬️
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