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

WrenCandles 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

WrenWrote 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

WrenWore 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

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

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

WrenWalked 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

WrenYoga 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

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

WrenNew 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

WrenQuiet 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

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

WrenMade 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

WrenCream 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

WrenLong 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

WrenFolded 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

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

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

WrenBrushed 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

WrenPicked 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
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