My friend fell in love once,
so I asked him what it was like.
He told me that
Love is that feeling when your heart
gets so full of sweetness that it turns into
a beautiful marshmallow, and every time it
beats it feels like a cotton-candy cloud is
tickling your insides, causing you to laugh at every
passing second, making your joy swell to the point
of swooning, but instead rainbows just burst out of your mouth
every time you exhale and every time you inhale your
lungs fill up with bubbles made of dreams and your eyes get clouded
every passing moment by the daffodils that won't stop sprouting from them,
falling to the ground every time you blink, leaving a trail of yellow petals
everywhere you go like some majestic slug who instead of oozing slime provides the world
with such feelings of affection as to look upon it instantly instills the viewer with such profound
palpitations that their heart, nay, their soul is prone to brusting into a cloud of glitter, wafting ever closer to heaven.
Needless to say, I don't think I've ever been in love.
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