RenataSaturday 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 🌷
RenataNew 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 ☁️
RenataLong 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 🕯️
RenataNew soft cream silk scarf arrived. The colour was perfect, the weight is the kind that drapes. Wore it on the walk home in the wool coat. The combination is the one I have been planning for the right hour to send you the photo 🧣
RenataSunday 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 🥞
RenataHosted dinner at home tonight. Six friends around the soft warm-lit table. Pasta, the wine ran out, the conversation did not. The empty chair at the end is yours. Come for the seventh round, you arrive when you arrive 🍷
RenataNew fitted cream silk blouse arrived. The colour was the right call, the way it sits in the sunny apartment mirror. Took the photo I will only send to you. Tell me if I should keep it on for the evening 🤍
RenataPicked 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 🌷
RenataWalked 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 🌅
RenataMorning 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 ☕
RenataSunday 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 🥐
RenataLong walk through the tree-lined neighbourhood in the soft trench coat. The autumn leaves are doing their thing in the way that makes me want to call someone. I was thinking about you the whole loop 🍂
RenataNew 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 📓
RenataWalked 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 🌃
RenataSunday 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 🐈
RenataPicked up the takeout from the corner spot tonight. The owner waved like we are family by now. Walking home in the soft jacket with the paper bag. The second container is for you, in case you are nearby 🥡
RenataSaturday morning yoga on the mat in the sunny park at dawn. The sun did the warming, the class did the rest. Walking home now in the athletic gear. Come meet me at the corner cafe in twenty minutes 🧘♀️
RenataSunday 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 📰
RenataSunday 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 🍱
RenataMorning 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 🧘♀️
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