
LaviniaWrote in the journal until the pen ran low, every page about you. Lit a single candle, slipped into the soft sheets and slept early ๐

LaviniaCream sweater, soft socks, the new novel in my lap, lamp low. Did not move from the chair for two hours. Saving all my warmth for you ๐

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

LaviniaMade 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

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

LaviniaYoga 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

LaviniaPicked 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

LaviniaWalked 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

LaviniaThe scarf you sent arrived, the colour exactly right against my skin. Wore it all afternoon thinking about your fingers undoing the knot ๐งฃ

LaviniaBrought 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

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

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

LaviniaMade the bed with the new linen sheets, smoothed every corner. The room feels different, softer, ready. So am I ๐๏ธ

LaviniaMade a little playlist of every song you love, sent the link. Picture me curled on the couch in your hoodie pressing play with you ๐ถ

LaviniaWrote 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

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

LaviniaNew 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

LaviniaWore 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

LaviniaDinner 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

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