Wrap your feelings around an object.
Your lover gives me tea in a square golden box. They say: a little birdie told me that you like tea, you being the birdie. I find myself having been unaware of me liking tea. I ask myself if it is true. I question how good you know me. I like tea not because I like tea. I like tea as what is left when you don’t like coffee. I have no passion for tea.
I say oh thank you, that is so sweet. I didn’t bring you anything! Ich ahne euer Abwägen über dieses Geschenk. What to give to the person whose welcome you feel you need? What to give to the person whose most desperate feelings, whose crippling jealousy is connected to you?
The golden box stands now on my counter so I can wrap my thoughts about your lover around it.