“it’s not fancy or anything.” you babble on, holding out the string bracelet. “but i was at camp, and i was thinking of you, so i made this.” she smiles and takes it, giving a hum of approval, tying on the bracelet. “oh, look. if you do it like this, you can take it off.” you say, your hands circling her wrist. “why would i take it off?” she asks.