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

VerityWore 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

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

VerityPicked 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

VerityQuiet 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

VerityMade 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

VerityWrote 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

VerityLong 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

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

VerityWalked 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

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

VerityBrought 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

VerityRead 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

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

VerityWrote 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

VerityYoga 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

VerityFolded 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

VerityCandles 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

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

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