Soft and quiet mornings fueled by gentle sunlight, cunningly hiding away the bitterness of this April’s sly chill. Mornings that melt into blissfully relaxed afternoons of deciding on a lunch spot for the week, of endless laughter about another gaming obsession, of hand-holding and catching static shocks. These mementos from our first April together are laced with infinite smiles and glimpses caught as close as the eye goes. These mementos are appreciative of the minute details of our everyday mundane. They’re filled with dreaming and planning for a future someday. Feline princesses that rule the roost, black ceramics to ground our kitchen, unsaid rules already adopted, whispered love languages and forever-creased bedsheets that keep the place lived-in, loved-in. Mementoes from this Tuesday are three-hundred and fourteen days past. ♥
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Mementoes from a Tuesday
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Soft and quiet mornings fueled by gentle sunlight, cunningly hiding away the bitterness of this April’s sly chill. Mornings that melt into blissfully relaxed afternoons of deciding on a lunch spot for the week, of endless laughter about another gaming obsession, of hand-holding and catching static shocks. These mementos from our first April together are laced with infinite smiles and glimpses caught as close as the eye goes. These mementos are appreciative of the minute details of our everyday mundane. They’re filled with dreaming and planning for a future someday. Feline princesses that rule the roost, black ceramics to ground our kitchen, unsaid rules already adopted, whispered love languages and forever-creased bedsheets that keep the place lived-in, loved-in. Mementoes from this Tuesday are three-hundred and fourteen days past. ♥
