
ImogenRead 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

ImogenMade 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

ImogenBought the copper kettle you said was beautiful. The first cup brewed from it is yours, waiting on the saucer when you arrive ๐ซ

ImogenDinner is plated, the table is set, the candle is lit, your wine is breathing. I'm at the door in the dress you chose, just waiting ๐ฏ๏ธ

ImogenMade a little playlist of every song you love, sent the link. Picture me curled on the couch in your hoodie pressing play with you ๐ถ

ImogenCurled in the armchair reading the book you pressed into my hands. Page 47 was the one, you knew it would be. Yours, always ๐

ImogenWrote 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

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

ImogenFolded 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

ImogenWore 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

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

ImogenSpent the afternoon at the window embroidering your initials onto a soft handkerchief. Slow, careful, every stitch for you ๐ชก

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

ImogenBrushed 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

ImogenCandles 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

ImogenMade the perfect cup of tea, brought it to the window seat, stayed for two slow hours. Bare feet, your shirt, missing only your mouth ๐ต

ImogenNew 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

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

ImogenLong 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

ImogenWalked to the bakery in the soft morning, bought your favourite, didn't even nibble the corner. It's wrapped and waiting on the counter ๐ฅ
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