She focuses out into the diffuse feeling of being her, to help alleviate the embarrassing blushiness of it and mulls it over a little more.
Girls are so cute! It makes you want to just - jump up and pinch their cheeks, it makes you want to see them smile at you, bright and warm and excited and engaged, or wistful and yearning and aching and blushing. She's always - wanted to - be a part of... completing someone, you know? Making them more themselves, making them - grow more, strive more, have more to hope for, and make them... softer? There's some power in love that she craves that - makes the straight lines people force themselves into break, makes the - flow of what it means to them work in a way that's so so perilously hard, when you're on your own, to make yourself a vision of love by seeing the hope in your partner's eyes...~
She trails off into warm floaty memories, for a moment.
Love brings people together, and binds them, and hope forms that into a goal, a shining star, something more to be than just 'closer', for all that it really really helps to be simply closer, sometimes. She wants to - find her way to be the person that people love to hope for, the kind of person that can be 'super' enough to be a 'superhero', the kind of person that can be naturally loved and admired and adored, and can have that success (some thoughts flicker into being for a moment, thoughts of things more carnal, more physical, more directly delightful than simple praise and solidified status) and... be apart of it all.
She loves - intelligent girls, driven girls, ones with styles and passions and clear visions, ones with a creativity that lets them lead and shine and make things that are truly special. She loves people too, sometimes, the ability to just - be in the dragnet of clarion connection and in the room with dazzling dancing lights, twining and twisting together and being a part of something big and warm and fuzzy. She knows that she can grow to love a lot more, too? That's part of the - hope of love, that you can explore the space of people and find gems akin but not quite alike what you knew to like and love before, and find a way to return their love. It's... always an adventure, and she's hopeful she can go on that adventure many times, you know? There's no one answer there, and that's part of the joy of love.
She strokes her glowing fingers along the gem like a lover's caress, and tries to get a sense of how it feels, now.