There are a few things that I would like for you to have, along with my heart:

    There are my tears, which are instantly dissolved, as you stand up and smile.


And

So, here they are, wrapped carelessly in a medium paper bag, no ribbons attached. It shouldn't be too hard to find a proper place for them, since they're relatively small, insignificant belongings, that don't take up much vital space.

You must keep in mind not to leave them recklessly around, because you might accidentally stumble and step on them.

Will you, please, allow me the pleasure of possessing them?