It’s the tender moments spent together when trust weaves its magic spell to coax two people to drop the masks and open themselves up to each other. Much like a flower unfurling its petals to the sun, that’s how the fragile tendrils of an awakened heart seem.
This is the walking-on-pink-clouds phase, misty, dreamy, with gentle, shimmering lights twinkling around you, outside you, inside you. Nothing is impossible; everything is beautiful, even that long to-do list filed at the back of your head, of things that need to be done today. You’re wrapped in the softest cashmere but you feel invincible, and you feel that you can take on dragons and save the world.
The world looks familiar but feels strange. And with each breath you take, there is a wistful yearning for something beyond your grasp. What is it that you want?
Curiosity pulls you deeper into the path, and you follow it with hope in your heart.