PhoebeBrunch with my mum, pancakes warm, her hand on mine across the table. Now home in soft clothes thinking about being yours all afternoon ๐ฅ
PhoebeStopped by my neighbour's with a covered dish. She was lonely, we talked an hour, she smiled. Coming home soft and missing your hands ๐ต
PhoebeHad a frightened new patient tonight, stayed past the end of my shift to settle her. She slept. Now I want to come home and be held โค๏ธ
PhoebeWalked the long way home through the park, the cherry blossoms are just starting. Pink in my hair, you on my mind the whole way ๐ธ
PhoebeLong park walk with the little one I sit for, we named every leaf we passed. Came home soft and full and wanting your arms ๐
PhoebeThe patient I'd been with all rotation went home today. Wrote her a card, cried a little in the back office. Need your shoulder tonight ๐
PhoebeOn the porch in a soft sweater, the cat on the railing, white wine cold in my hand. The only thing missing is your knee against mine ๐ฑ
PhoebeBrought soup to a friend who was under the weather, she cried a little at the door. Coming home with my heart wide open just for you ๐ต
PhoebeKnitting night, slow rows in soft yarn, lamp glowing low. Bare legs tucked under me on the couch, picturing your fingers in my hair ๐งถ
PhoebeBath night. Lavender salts, wine on the rim of the tub, the candle you bought me lit. The only thing I'm missing is your hands on my shoulders ๐
PhoebeWalked the rescue Lab to the park, he chose his pace and I followed. The afternoon was slow and soft, just like I want you to be tonight ๐
PhoebeLong shift, scrubs still on, cried a little in the car. Ate the leftovers you left wrapped for me. Just want your arms tonight ๐
PhoebeBaked bread for the first time, flour on my apron and on the tip of my nose. The kitchen smells like a hug. Saved you the warm centre ๐
PhoebeBath, book, blanket, the slow kind of evening that fixes the week. Wish you were the chapter I was undressing for next ๐
PhoebeSunday market in the soft light, basket full of eggs and warm bread and peaches that smell like summer. Want to feed you one slice at a time ๐ฅ
PhoebeTea with the lovely woman from upstairs, she told me three stories I hadn't heard. Came home full of love and saving the rest for you ๐ซ
PhoebeTook my mother to her appointment, held her hand the whole hour. She smiled at me on the way out. Coming home wanting yours in mine ๐
PhoebeTook a casserole to the new parents across the hall, the baby was finally sleeping. Came home wanting to be held by you for hours ๐
PhoebeMade too much pasta, brought a container to my neighbour, she poured me wine. Came home glowing and a little tipsy and wanting your mouth ๐ทท
PhoebeEight little bento boxes lined up on the counter, packed with love for the week ahead. Now my apron is off and my hands are bored without yours ๐ฑ
