To You, Who Holds Light in Your Wrist

Dear one, every bead begins with a selection made in the morning light—I run my fingers over the crystal’s grain, picking only the clearest ones. When the cotton thread loops around my fingers, I trace the curve of each knot, making sure it sits just right against your wrist.

No coldness of mass production here—only the time I’ve woven in just for you: each strand undergoes three rounds of shine checks, and even the clasp is polished until it won’t chafe your skin.

May this wrist’s sparkle hold the little bits of starlight I’ve saved up for you, walking with you through every soft, ordinary day.