it's just that her hugs are like a million fireflies, flooding my chest with cosmic fruit juices and the sweetest jello that would resemble ambrosia, the nectar of the gods.

it's yummy, she's warm, and i'm constantly excited by the radiating, yet soothing, sunshine of her smile directed at the goofy face i'm making.

sometimes, i can express myself in such a way, that i can be gay beyond belief. jitterbug.