CamilleMorning 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 ☕
CamillePicked 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 🌷
CamilleWalked 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 🌅
CamilleNew small silver hoop earrings today. Standing at the sunny mirror in them. The kind that catch the streetlight just right when I am walking somewhere. I want to walk somewhere with you tonight specifically ✨
CamilleNew 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 ⚡
CamilleNew leather notebook arrived this afternoon. Writing in it at the sunny apartment desk with the fountain pen. The pages smell like Sunday afternoons. The first page is your name in the careful script I only use for things that matter 📓
CamilleSunday 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 🥐
CamilleMorning 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 🧘♀️
CamilleWalked the misty riverside path before brunch in the athletic gear. The mist was just lifting, the kind of morning that holds a long time. I was thinking about you. The brunch table is set for two, in case you are nearby 🌫️
CamilleLong 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 🕯️
CamilleSaturday at the sunny farmers market. Bought too many flowers because I was thinking about which ones you would like. No regrets. The kitchen counter is full of them, the second bouquet is for you 🌷
CamilleNew restaurant downtown tonight. The chef sent over a small plate the kitchen had been holding. Sat alone at the sleek table thinking about who I would call if I could call anyone. Spoiler 🍽️
CamilleLate dinner at the sleek wine bar with the colleagues tonight. Earned a glass and then another. I left the stool next to me open. I kept hoping the next person through the door would be you. It still might be 🍷
CamilleLong 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 🛁
CamilleSunday morning in the sunny window seat in the cashmere robe. Coffee, the Sunday Times, the slow easy thing. The other half of the cushion is yours. Come over, you do not have to read the paper, you can just be here 📰
CamilleNew 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 ☁️
CamilleSunday 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 🥞
CamilleSunday cooking marathon at the sunny kitchen counter. Three meals prepped in the small glass containers. The week is set. The extra container at the back is for you, when you finally come over for the dinner I keep promising 🍱
CamilleWalked 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 🌃
CamilleSunday afternoon nap on the soft couch. The tabby picked the spot on my lap, of course. The light through the window is doing the thing. The cushion next to me is yours. Come over, do not say anything, just lie down 🐈
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