Just wrapped up another perfect day—a little bit pink, a whole lot of magic!

“It feels like yesterday,” we say, doesn’t it? Like always, sometimes. Though maybe it has been – almost exactly five years since he last saw us, wrapped in that familiar scent of woodsmoke and a hint of his stubborn cologne. We didn’t speak then, not really. Just a silent agreement to keep things quiet, which was often enough. But here we are.

The ribbons aren’t too much, are they? These pink ones—a little bit fussy, perhaps, but undeniably cute. A touch of whimsy, when we need it. It's nice to be noticed, isn’t it? To be aware of your gaze, hesitant for so long. We haven't felt quite sure if you were ever truly certain about us. Or maybe you weren't.

A slight blush, these days - more obvious than usual. Probably because we remember that feeling, don’t we? The one where everything felt possible, even with the way those dark curls used to fall across your forehead. Before the doubts started creeping in, before everyone said we needed to be tighter, more restrained…more grown up. Which, of course, we became. Well, mostly.

Now look at us, sitting pretty, all twirling skirts and hopeful smiles. Almost shy, aren’”

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