GretaQuiet morning, espresso in hand, the new playlist running low and slow. Bare legs on the kitchen tile, missing your mouth on the back of my neck 🎶
GretaWalking the shoreline barefoot, dress sticking to my thighs in the wind. Thinking about how you'd pull me into the water 🌊
GretaAnniversary tonight. The black dress, the red mouth, the lace you bought me underneath. Reservation at eight. Don't make me start without you 💄
GretaCarried breakfast in bed to you, the tray held, the pancakes did not. We laughed, the syrup landed on my collarbone, you handled it 🛏️
GretaWrote you a real letter tonight. The paper smells like the lavender drawer where I keep your shirts. The words got soft and slow 💌
GretaLaid the blanket in our spot under the leaves. The light keeps catching my collarbone. Find me before someone else does 🌳
GretaTook the long way through the park, dogwoods showing off in pink. Walked past our bench twice thinking about how you kissed me on it 🌸
GretaFound these brass candlesticks at the flea market and arranged them on the table for us. Tonight is going to be lit slow and low 🕯️
GretaPicked the corner table because I want your hand in mine when the sky goes gold. Wear the shirt I love. Don't keep me waiting ✨
GretaWalked the long way home thinking about your hands. The river is doing the gold thing, my pulse is doing its own. Meet me 🌅
GretaMade breakfast the way you like it. Eggs soft, coffee strong, robe loose. Come downstairs before any of it cools 🍳
GretaDinner is on the stove, the candles are lit, our song is playing. The only thing missing is your mouth on mine when you walk in 🕯️
GretaFirst snow tonight. I ran out in slippers and a robe just to feel it. Wish your arms were the warm I came back inside to ❄️
GretaLast cup of tea before bed, reading the book you handed me with that look. You were right about all of it. Wish I were closing the page on your chest 📖
GretaSurprise weekend, just you and me. Pack light, I packed the dress you can't keep your hands off of. I'll drive, you can stare 🚗
GretaRoses again. I know, I know. They smelled like the perfume you peel off me on Sundays so I had to bring them home 🌹
GretaSunday brunch and I saved the seat across from me. The pancakes taste better when your knee is brushing mine under the table 🥞
GretaOn the porch swing with a glass of red and the chimes doing their slow thing. Bare feet, soft sweater, thinking only of you 🍷
GretaNew playlist queued, the old records on the floor, candles low. The kind of evening that only needs you walking through the door 💿
GretaWrapped in your old sweater at the market, cider warming my hands. I keep imagining yours sliding under the hem in the cold 🍂
