The heart of gold dangles on your fingertips, delicate and fine.
‘This is for you.’
The chain spins, the charm flashing in the candlelight, gold and white, gold and white.
You smile, a dimple dancing in and out of your cheek.
I hesitate, uncertain.
You tilt your head slightly.
‘Because my heart is yours. Always.’
I look up, and the flames of the candles dance in your eyes.