FlorenceTwo hours on the porch swing in the late sun, the cat picked the spot and I followed. Bare legs, soft book, soft thoughts of you 🐱
FlorenceBrought home a new little plant for the corner with the morning light. Talked to him out loud while I watered. Got shy mid-sentence, blamed you 🌿
FlorenceSunday morning at the indie cinema, popcorn in my lap, the kind of slow film that leaves you aching. Aching specifically for you 🎬
FlorenceSlid a handwritten recommendation across the counter today, she came back glowing. Walked home with the same glow, but mine has your name on it 💌
FlorenceWalked the lake at dawn, mist still hanging, my breath in the cold. The morning was honest and so were the thoughts I was having about you 🌫️
FlorenceFound a secondhand cardigan that smells like the old library. Worth every dollar. Wearing it bare-legged on the couch, blushing at my own thoughts 🧶
FlorenceTea at my window seat at the café, the book I'd saved for weeks finally open. Looked up twice, both times wishing it was you sitting across 🫖
FlorenceWrote four pages today, tore up three. Kept the one that sounded like wanting you. That is always the math 📝
FlorenceSaturday at the museum café, pastry and tea and the Book Review folded beside me. Looked up twice hoping you'd pull out the other chair 📰
FlorenceCurled in the secondhand armchair with tea, the book I'd been saving for three weeks finally open. Lamp low, knees up, missing you in the empty chair 🛋️
FlorenceClosed the shop, walked the long way home through the leaves. The quiet got soft and so did I, thinking about you the whole way 🍂
FlorenceWalked the lake path before the shop opened, the geese disagreed with my route. Came in pink-nosed, blushing at no one, missing the company of you 🦢
FlorenceLong bath, new record drifting in from the living room, lavender salts a friend sent. Pink-cheeked from the heat and from picturing your mouth 🛁
FlorenceWalked to the bookshop the long way in the rain, umbrella is decorative, coat is soaked. Came in pink-cheeked and thinking of being undressed by you ☔
FlorenceThe new journal arrived today, leather-bound, the pen has been waiting all month for this. First page is going to be about your hands 📓
FlorenceWandered the farmers market alone, bought far too many wildflowers, no regrets. Came home glowing and wanting your hands in my hair 🌼
FlorenceQuiet day at the bookshop, only three customers and all of them came back. Sitting on the counter with a hardcover in my lap, half wishing for you 📕
FlorenceRead by a single candle tonight on purpose, the page glowed gold, the cat agreed. The kind of soft hour I save the shy parts of me for 🕯️
FlorenceWalked the long way home along the river, the light was generous and the breeze was warm against my collarbones. Wished you were beside me 🌅
FlorenceTea on the window sill, embroidery hoop in my lap, slow stitches in pale thread. The slowness is the point and also where I picture your hands 🪡
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