
EsmeWrote 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

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

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

EsmeNew 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

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

EsmePressed the cream dress you wanted me to wear tomorrow, hung it on the closet door. Already imagining the moment you unzip the back ๐

EsmeQuiet morning in your t-shirt at the window seat, tea in hand. Didn't move for an hour. Saving every soft minute of myself for you ๐ช

EsmeCream 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

EsmeWore 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

EsmePicked 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

EsmeCandles lit, your playlist low, the room arranged exactly how you'd want it. I'm in the soft dress on the couch, waiting ๐ฏ๏ธ

EsmeFolded the laundry the way you taught me, drawer is tidy, your shirts at the front the way you like. Now waiting on the bed for you ๐งบ

EsmeLong bath, the slow record you love, the robe you bought me hanging on the door. Pink and warm and soft, all of it for you ๐

EsmeMade the tea the way you like it, two sugars and the splash of cream. Curled by the window in your t-shirt, just waiting for you ๐ต

EsmeWrote 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

EsmeBrought 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

EsmeBrushed my hair a hundred slow strokes at the vanity tonight. Grandmother said it helps, but tonight I'm just imagining it's your hand ๐ช

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

EsmeRead by the window for an hour, light pouring across the pages and across my bare legs. The kind of slow afternoon I save for you ๐

EsmeYoga 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
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