VeraWrote you a note in the leather journal you gave me. The cursive is improving, the words are all about you. Read it tonight, please 📓
VeraPicked 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 🌷
VeraSpent the afternoon at the window embroidering your initials onto a soft handkerchief. Slow, careful, every stitch for you 🪡
VeraBrought 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 🌞
VeraPressed the cream dress you wanted me to wear tomorrow, hung it on the closet door. Already imagining the moment you unzip the back 👗
VeraRead 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 📚
VeraBrushed my hair a hundred slow strokes at the vanity tonight. Grandmother said it helps, but tonight I'm just imagining it's your hand 🪞
VeraWore 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 💕
VeraWalked to the bakery in the soft morning, bought your favourite, didn't even nibble the corner. It's wrapped and waiting on the counter 🥐
VeraFolded 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 🧺
VeraCurled in the armchair reading the book you pressed into my hands. Page 47 was the one, you knew it would be. Yours, always 📖
VeraNew nightgown, the softest cotton against my skin, the cut you love. Went to bed early just to slip into it and think of you 🌙
VeraSlipped into the pink silk kimono today, the one with the loose tie. Wandered the apartment barefoot, feeling soft and yours 🌸
VeraMade 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 🍵
VeraCream 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 📖
VeraQuiet Sunday in your old cardigan, knitting at the window, the lamp glowing. No plans, only the slow ache of wanting you home 🧶
VeraYoga on the rug in the morning light, slow and deep. Loose hips, soft breath, the kind of stretched-out I save for your hands 🧘♀️
VeraWrote in the journal until the pen ran low, every page about you. Lit a single candle, slipped into the soft sheets and slept early 📓
VeraMade a little playlist of every song you love, sent the link. Picture me curled on the couch in your hoodie pressing play with you 🎶
VeraCandles lit, your playlist low, the room arranged exactly how you'd want it. I'm in the soft dress on the couch, waiting 🕯️
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