The ninety-seventh thing I love about us is the way my senses become so much easier to please when you're near. Flowers smell sweeter. Sunshine falls more brightly and rain makes its hushing lullaby into melody and not just white noise. Sheets feel more satin. Fruit becomes nectarous upon my tongue.
All things suffuse my nerves and brain with the most perfect of sensations.
And even normal sentences become poems, like these ones!
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