It is destroying me that I cannot ask you to dance.

Is magic not enough to live for?

Unusual yet beautiful. Provocative while remaining elegant.

Scent is often underestimated, when it can be the most evocative.

The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it’s still there, the events and things that pushed you to where you are now.

And then he tells her stories. Myths he learned from his instructor. Fantasies he created himself, inspired by bits and pieces of others read in archaic books with crackling spines.

I have been surrounded by love letters you two have built each other for years, encased in tents.