I love the sound of ice in glasses, especially between quiet moments of conversation. Those conversations where you give too much away and wonder if they've noticed.
I love the smell of basil on my hands and underneath my fingernails.
I love the taste of garlic on my breath. Even if no one else does.
I love really sharp pencils and liquid blue pens.
I love rainfall. Even on the fourth of July.
I love recipe hunting.
I love the smell of old books.
I love clever banter and masked flirtation.
I love the smell of distant cigarettes and bars of soap because it reminds me of love.
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Nice list. Great call on "really sharp pencils."
The sound of rain hitting water
The feeling when you're laughing so hard it hurts
Soft grass
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