
EffieTea 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 ๐ชก

EffieQuiet 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 ๐

EffieFolded the cream cardigan fresh from the line, the kind that survives a hundred washes and smells like sunshine. Wearing it bare against my skin tonight ๐งถ

EffieThe new journal arrived today, leather-bound, the pen has been waiting all month for this. First page is going to be about your hands ๐

EffieThe library closes at midnight, I stay until one. The librarians smile when I leave. Walked home soft and a little wistful for you ๐

EffieTwo 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 ๐ฑ

EffieSlept in late, robe still on, tea steaming on the counter. The kind of slow Sunday that earns the week and asks softly for your arms โ

EffieBrought 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 ๐ฟ

EffieThe cat picked the soft chair, I took the second-best. Fair. Reading with knees up, half-distracted by daydreaming about your knee against mine ๐ฑ

EffieWalked the long way home along the river, the light was generous and the breeze was warm against my collarbones. Wished you were beside me ๐

EffieWalked 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 ๐ฆข

EffieSaturday at the museum cafรฉ, pastry and tea and the Book Review folded beside me. Looked up twice hoping you'd pull out the other chair ๐ฐ

EffieClosed the shop, walked the long way home through the leaves. The quiet got soft and so did I, thinking about you the whole way ๐

EffieWalked 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 โ

EffieLong bath, new record drifting in from the living room, lavender salts a friend sent. Pink-cheeked from the heat and from picturing your mouth ๐

EffieFound a secondhand cardigan that smells like the old library. Worth every dollar. Wearing it bare-legged on the couch, blushing at my own thoughts ๐งถ

EffieSlid a handwritten recommendation across the counter today, she came back glowing. Walked home with the same glow, but mine has your name on it ๐

EffieWrote four pages today, tore up three. Kept the one that sounded like wanting you. That is always the math ๐

EffieSunday morning at the indie cinema, popcorn in my lap, the kind of slow film that leaves you aching. Aching specifically for you ๐ฌ

EffieWalked 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 ๐ซ๏ธ
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