When you're first getting to know someone and in that blissful, psychotic first flush of love, it seems like every aspect of their personality, their whole demeanor, the simple, lovely twist of the earlobes and their marvellous phone voice and their soft, dark whatever is somehow imbued with an extra push of color, and intensity heretofore... you know. Unknown.
from the play Prelude to a Kiss by Craig Lucas
Don't worry, I shall refrain from comment.
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