So tell me, what was it like when you first met?

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Like morning after rain.

The sunshine glistening off her skin.

She had that beaming smile and laugh that sort of lights up everything around you? The infectious sort that she effortlessly rips rampant in generous proportions.

Slowly the whole scene whites out, and behind her you could almost see a kaleidoscope of colours, twirling at that tiny skip she makes in her footsteps.

You slowly imagine yourself being mystifically absorbed in her presence.

And her smell. The smell of freshness. Of a new kind of somewhere.

Everywhere.

Just like morning after rain.


A fissure of euphoria in the white...