A Girl & Her Trinket Box.

Passenger - Heart's On Fire.

I've been contemplating changing Feveret Human's name on my phone from his last to first name, but it still makes me so soft every time I think about it. Heh. Interesting.

I wonder when, if ever, I will get over this. I must really adore this person.

It's like I have to actively create a barrier between myself & this feeling I have for Gobuyan because I can't afford to keep melting in public all the time, bahahahahah!

This feeling is like a tiny sprite I keep in a trinket box; a sprite about 3 inches high that shimmers soft pink, blue & gold light. It does not have a physical body per se, it is a being of light. It needs to be safe-guarded & only brought out during certain times. Some forms of love are very private things, not meant to be shared outside of a relationship. & in that context, some forms of love cannot even be shared with the object of affection itself, because no words exist which can sufficiently describe it; therefore any word used only serves to devalue the feeling.

I open the trinket box, gently pick the sprite up on the palm of my hand & bring my face down closer to my palm to examine it. Its colours are magnificent - the lights & pixie-dust-like shimmer coalescing in gentle waves from bottom to top. It radiates a soft, high-pitched note; constant, yet barely-audible to the human ear. It is an E note, one octave higher than the regular E (for lack of musical terminology knowledge). It does not touch my palm, nor any other surface for that matter. Rather, it hovers a few millimeters above them.

Slowly, slowly tilt my palm until it slides down back into its trinket box. It does not resent being kept in a small, dark, confined area. It just is, all the time. It just goes on radiating, regardless of its circumstances, environment or situation.

I've never had a sprite before.