The occasional stolen glance.
Every now and then a light touch.
Far more often than usual - a tight hug that said more than any words could.Softer words, more laughs - a lightening of the load.
Hope. For a rosier future and a relationship mended...

I liked it that, for today, he smelt of FCUK, and I smelt of muffins.
xx
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