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

IrisYoga 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

IrisMade the bed with the new linen sheets, smoothed every corner. The room feels different, softer, ready. So am I ๐๏ธ

IrisWrote 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

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

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

IrisRead 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

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

IrisWrote 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

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

IrisDinner 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

IrisMade 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

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

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

IrisCream 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

IrisWalked 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

IrisCandles 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

IrisWore 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

IrisLong 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

IrisMade 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
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