She arrives in a sunbeam – citrus on the air, blueberry sweetness on her breath. A smile you didn’t know you were waiting for. Bright, never loud. Sweet, never simple. Golden honey. Fresh pine. The shimmer of something just out of reach. She asks nothing of you – only that you feel everything. The warmth in your chest– The hum behind your eyes. And when she’s gone, she leaves you softer. A whisper of florals. A trace of earth. And that little ache – the one you secretly hope never fades.