Dear lovers,
Love does not have a face. Sometimes it’s a season. A memory. A moment you wish would last longer. This week, we wrote letters to the things that made our hearts race. Not people or soulmates- but things.
Things that do what most good lovers should do: give you a feeling.
We wrote to the things that linger. No names, no expectations.
Just love.
<3
S, P, & K
The Appetizer:
Paige
What I’m wearing: The crown affair towel, I’m deep in my air dry hair era. As in, I actually am so lazy with my hair plopping it in a towel for 30 minutes makes me feel like I have a hair routine now.
What I’m reading: The Night Prince, book 2 of the Wolf King series. Rhysands been reincarnated and I just absolutely love that for me. It’s as if I got amnesia and can read the love triangle all over again.
Romanticizing: Being a content creator. I cringe myself out daily, but I have so much fun making videos and curating cute pictures. I’m thinking it as an art form this summer. What’s the worst that could happen, my friends cringe with me?!
Planning: I NEED A VACATION. I need to do something for me I’ll go anywhere at this point but now have to align my husband’s PTO and we always give up trying to pick a week.
Sydney
What I’m wearing: Heels! I am obsessing over heels right now. As a tall girl who has typically gone for comfort over fashion, I have felt such a switch this year. I love how pretty and feminine a little heel has been making me feel. And the way Femme La targeted ads have been living rent free in my head…
What I’m reading: Would you be surprised if I told you that Kacie and Paige got me on the vampire smut train?
What I’m romanticizing: My post work wind downs. I have started to shift my workout schedule to being after work (usually an early morning gal) and I’m loving the feeling of moving my body after being cramped in my chair for hours. Then I come back, cook for myself, light some candles, put on my fireplace and enjoy my rent. Chefs kiss.
What I’m planning: My self care olympics. I have zero plans in sight for memorial day weekend and while historically I’d plan a last minute trip somewhere with my people, I am going to lean in to me time. We’re talking massage, facial, grooming appointments, a little shopping and lots of sleeping. Drooling over the sound of it to be honest.
Kacie
What I’m wearing: Lately all I’ve been wearing is my Elwood shorts & zip-up or my Dissh Suede blazer. Theres no in between for me. I’m either dressed for a rot day or dressed to the nines.
What I’m reading: I hate to say that I was in a bit of a slump this week so I’ve got no updates to last week. I’m just a few chapters into On Wings of Blood.
What I’m romanticizing: Alone time. Between work, marriage, and friendships I rarely get time to myself so a Friday or Saturday night with no plans has become my safe haven. Candles, books, and not an ounce of loneliness.
What I’m planning: The best sleep of my life. We just got back from a wedding and if theres one thing about me- it’s that I will always be the last to go to bed. Something about love, fancy outfits, and good company always has me throwing sleep out the window. But tonight, the second the sun goes down. It’s my sateen sheets, mouth tape, and Aprés June jammies and nothing else.
The Entree
Paige:
I walk past an empty school parking lot, the playground eerily quiet, the halls dark in the strong sun. A strange energy surrounds it, a freedom.
The day feels different from other days, it feels better. You know the feeling when you wake up on your birthday. The anticipation, the euphoric optimism, the gratitude for another beautiful year. I get a small piece of that feeling every single day in the month of June.
I was born on the first day of summer, the longest day of the year, and in my opinion the most incredible day in the most magical month. June 21st. As an identical twin, I shared this day, and decided early on that a one day of celebration simply wouldn’t be enough. Though I kept this decision to myself, careful not to seem selfish, I decided I would celebrate the entire month, and from a very young age I had known June would be a lifelong love of mine.
Even as an adult, where summer break doesn’t truly exist, June still holds everything it used to. The promise of a suntan, the allure of bodies of water–ocean, pool, lake. Hostesses will soon ask, “Do you want to sit inside or outside,” and there’s only one right answer. Dinners on a patio, cocktails sipped in skirts, and the summer’s chosen pair of black flip flops daring to ruin every outfit I throw on.
There is no boredom in June. It is replaced by warm walks in the sun, book-filled days by the pool, barbecues with family and friends. There is a certain comfort knowing additional months of summer will follow, more to look forward to and plan for. There is nothing but anticipation.
June, my love, it’s nearly our time to be together again.
I’ve missed you dearly,
Paige
Sydney:
Oh, you. You were so not what I expected. I wanted to hate you. I felt an all consuming urge in my bones to run away from you. To hide from you. To avoid the pain of you at all costs. Simply, I never wanted you.
I thought you’d be the end of me. The thing to finally knock me down to a place that I couldn’t recover from. The lingering monster under the bed that I thought I tucked away in childhood.
But you surprised me.
You pushed me. You handed me discomfort on a silver platter and spoon fed it to me. When I was looking around for the answers and quick fixes to pass the time and ignore the feelings, you held my hand and made me face the mirror. You made me look deep into the depths of my being to pull out the reasons why.
You delighted me. Your offhand approach to teaching me a life lesson ended up being what saved me. You made me realize that all I’ve ever needed was within the walls of my own body. That only I have the power to make myself feel whole. To feel loved. That I can offer myself something that can never be taken. That self love has many shapes and forms that I had yet to discover.
You saved me.
Oh, getting dumped. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.
Kacie:
You wait for me in silence, already warm, already wanting. I think about how beautiful you look in this light. How I can’t wait to feel you but still, I undress slowly because with you, there’s no rush.
I’m naked with you in a way I can’t be with anyone else. I don’t have to suck in, smooth out, or force a smile as I slip out of everything and into you.
I sink into you, thighs parted, breath caught, my body unguarded, unashamed.
There’s no hesitation. No mask. Just skin and heat.
You trace every inch of me without needing directions. You’re silk on flesh as you caress every dip and hallow of my curves.
You don’t flinch when I sigh too loud. You simply pour yourself around me and suddenly I’m floating.
Every curve, every breath, every inch of me is yours for the taking. I’ve said nothing but still told you everything.
When I finish I’m wet, flushed, and undone. And honestly? I’ve had lovers do less and ask for more.
That’s when I finally I drain you.
Because unfortunately like most beautiful things, baths don’t last forever.
The Dessert
on this episode of Syd and Kacie blindly buying whatever Paige recommends…
