First love feels like digging my fingers through the shaggy basement carpet.
It's tastes like the first time I ate squid.
It was confusing and surprising, a texture new to the senses, but exhilarating and delicious.
It smells like vanilla cookies.
It's like when you move into a new house and you notice the smell every time you enter but soon it becomes so familiar you absorb it and it becomes unnoticable.
It's the sound of shoveling minecraft dirt blocks.
It's the grass in my backyard.
