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What does love taste like?
Franziska knew what love looked like, what it sounded like, what it smelled like, what it felt like. A playful glint in shining brown eyes, a joyous infectious laugh, gentle floral roses, a brief yet sweet embrace. But taste always eluded her, a sense deprived of the gentle waves and fuzzy feelings of trust and belonging. A sense that she found out one day, discovering new things about love every single day.
They were in the park, sunrays warm on her skin, the air smelling of spring wildflowers and newly cut grass. Sat on the bench, eating ice cream as they talked about whatever caught their fancy.
A joke from Franziska, Maya laughing in turn, strawberry ice cream melting from the sun's gentle heat.
Maya’s smile, it was a small declaration of love, one that Franziska saw every day of her life. But one that never failed to make her heart soar high above the skies like a sparrow.
Then, a kiss.
Soft and light as a feather, lingering feelings of love, adoration, and all things of the heart.
And in this kiss, a realization of what love tasted like.
Like strawberries.
Sweet spring strawberries.