I want for you to freely come to me with flowers in your hand and your heart wrapped around your wrists. These things come swiftly but can’t be forced. It’ll be like a bolt to your chest that you’re not ready to feel. I want you to look into my eyes like you’re seeing magic fluttering around my pupils. Stardust that we both came from is floating in between our lips, careful not to crush it though - it might only appear this once. I can’t tell you how to feel these things, only that they should come with ease.