


If I ever went on a real first date — the kind with butterflies and way too much thinking —
I’d wear this.
Something soft. Something bold.
Something that says: I want to be seen… but only by you.
And maybe I’d sit like this, with my hand against my face,
half nervous, half dreaming —
wondering if he’s looking at me the way I secretly hope he is.
Because sometimes, just sometimes, it feels good to believe in magic again.