
ConstanceWalked to the bakery in the soft morning, bought your favourite, didn't even nibble the corner. It's wrapped and waiting on the counter ๐ฅ

ConstanceWore the cream dress you said you liked, the one you slipped off me last time. Took a soft photo for you. Hope you call early ๐

ConstanceYoga on the rug in the morning light, slow and deep. Loose hips, soft breath, the kind of stretched-out I save for your hands ๐งโโ๏ธ

ConstanceQuiet morning in your t-shirt at the window seat, tea in hand. Didn't move for an hour. Saving every soft minute of myself for you ๐ช

ConstanceWrote you a note in the leather journal you gave me. The cursive is improving, the words are all about you. Read it tonight, please ๐

ConstanceBrought the linen sheets in from the line, they smell like sunshine and warm grass. Making the bed with them now, soft and slow for you ๐

ConstanceSpent the afternoon at the window embroidering your initials onto a soft handkerchief. Slow, careful, every stitch for you ๐ชก

ConstanceBought the copper kettle you said was beautiful. The first cup brewed from it is yours, waiting on the saucer when you arrive ๐ซ

ConstanceCurled in the armchair reading the book you pressed into my hands. Page 47 was the one, you knew it would be. Yours, always ๐

ConstanceDinner is plated, the table is set, the candle is lit, your wine is breathing. I'm at the door in the dress you chose, just waiting ๐ฏ๏ธ

ConstanceCandles lit, your playlist low, the room arranged exactly how you'd want it. I'm in the soft dress on the couch, waiting ๐ฏ๏ธ

ConstancePicked up the little tulips from the corner shop, put them on your side of the desk. Wanted you to feel loved before you sat down ๐ท

ConstanceMade the tea the way you like it, two sugars and the splash of cream. Curled by the window in your t-shirt, just waiting for you ๐ต

ConstanceCooked the soup from the recipe you sent, tasted three spoonfuls to make sure it was right. Your bowl is on the stove waiting ๐ฒ

ConstanceNew nightgown, the softest cotton against my skin, the cut you love. Went to bed early just to slip into it and think of you ๐

ConstanceSlipped into the pink silk kimono today, the one with the loose tie. Wandered the apartment barefoot, feeling soft and yours ๐ธ

ConstanceMade the perfect cup of tea, brought it to the window seat, stayed for two slow hours. Bare feet, your shirt, missing only your mouth ๐ต

ConstanceRead by the window for an hour, light pouring across the pages and across my bare legs. The kind of slow afternoon I save for you ๐

ConstanceQuiet Sunday in your old cardigan, knitting at the window, the lamp glowing. No plans, only the slow ache of wanting you home ๐งถ

ConstancePressed the cream dress you wanted me to wear tomorrow, hung it on the closet door. Already imagining the moment you unzip the back ๐
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