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How lovely it is... That these cakes are wrapped in Parchment. I've been needing Parchment for some time now...

Those little things... Abition seems to be everywhere. Desire to be.

But I feel deeper, a welling of the soul that has drilled deep and ceased to let go. Refused, only to keep me and drag me under...

I never thought much of it myself, the way I become when I held his rugged hand in mine - So delicate compared to his. I always thought about what was happening, not minding whether he made meaning from it or not, the way I would look past clasped hands to our feet and frown so small like a porcelain doll.

I held his hand, not too tightly but just enough, his one big hand cupped warmly between my two small hands and my chin tilted down, eyes frowning. I stood there begging him silently to stay home as I traced the patterns of his loose uniform with my tired emerald eyes and shyly bowing to his scale - So much taller than I.

But this time I felt him smile, causing me to look at his handsome face, broad and gallant through my messy hair that hung in my eyes. He gently squeezed my hand and smiled at my suprise, the little shocked look on my fair fair face. And I smiled too, because we both understood now. I felt warm, happily falling into his embrace and breathing his sweet scent and loving the low undertone of his voice as he kissed the top of my head and said,

"I love you."