There is a hurricane of flavours exploding in your mouth and although you've tasted it a million times before, it never ceases to amaze you. It tastes like the cookies your mother used to make to cheer you up when you were sad. It tastes like the pies your father used to bake for the bake sale in your town and even if there were two pieces missing, no one ever commented on it. It tastes like the homecooked meals your grandmother made every christmas. The main ingredient, according to her, was love and of course a teaspoon of cinnamon. It tastes like the chocolates you received on valentines day from a kid in your class, who later grew up to be your best friend. It tastes like the time you laughed so hard you felt like you were going to die because while you and your boyfriend were baking he decided it would be a good idea to cover your face in whipped cream. It tastes like the whole bucket of ice cream your best friend gave you, after your boyfriend broke up with you. It tastes like the tea you were drinking when you first saw your future girlfriend in a restaurant. It tastes like every moment in your life that has ever brought you joy.
But most importantly, it tastes like love.
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The Five Senses
Teen FictionThis is going to be five individual stories based upon the five senses.