"How did you know he was the one?"
"How do you know if you like something? Do you remember the first time you tasted your favorite food? Or the smell of your fondest memory? What about the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? He was like that to me. He was my favorite smell, his kiss was my favorite taste, and he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He was my fondest memory. He was everything to me, still is."
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