I’m just gathering intel. On how long I can kiss Izzy on the lips while holding my breath.
As I lie beside her in her bed, I’m gathering intel. On how beautiful unicorn eyes are. How long a unicorn can hold a stare for. I can only imagine the legendary staring contests in Bridlewood.
I’m gathering intel about magic. Like how a unicorn like Izzy turns such simple words like,
“I love you, Misty,”
into something so magical.
I’m gathering intel. About love. And maybe if I share what I’ve learned to you, Opaline, your heart will warm at last.