DariaLong 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 🍂
DariaNew running shoes arrived this morning. Tested them on the bay loop at dawn in the athletic gear. They held. I am at the apartment doorstep now, sweat-bright in the way you said you liked. Come over before I shower ⚡
DariaPicked 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 🥡
DariaCooked dinner for the family tonight in the warm kitchen. The recipe my grandmother taught me, the one I only make for people who mean it. The bowl on the right of the stove is yours, even if you are late 🍛
DariaNew 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 ☁️
DariaMorning 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 ☕
DariaNew 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 🧣
DariaNew small silver hoop earrings today. Standing at the sunny mirror in them. The kind that catch the streetlight just right when I am walking somewhere. I want to walk somewhere with you tonight specifically ✨
DariaNew 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 🤍
DariaSunday 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 🥞
DariaLong bath tonight in the soft white robe. Salt scrub, soft music, the steam doing the thing. The hour was earned. The candle on the shelf is the one you said you liked. Come over before the water cools 🛁
DariaLate dinner at the sleek wine bar with the colleagues tonight. Earned a glass and then another. I left the stool next to me open. I kept hoping the next person through the door would be you. It still might be 🍷
DariaSunday 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 🐈
DariaWalked 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 🌃
DariaSunday 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 🥐
DariaQuiet evening on the porch swing in the soft sweater. Wine glass on the small table, wind chimes doing the slow easy thing in the dusk. The swing is wide enough for two. Come over, it has been a long week and I want to sit with the right person 🌬️
DariaNew 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 📓
DariaSaturday 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 🌷
DariaSunday 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 🍱
DariaLong 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 🕯️
