
MaudWrote 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

MaudWrote 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

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

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

MaudBrushed 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

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

MaudMade 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

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

MaudRead 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

MaudFolded 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

MaudNew 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

MaudDinner 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

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

MaudWalked 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

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

MaudQuiet 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

MaudYoga 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

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

MaudMade 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

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