Some people don't know how to fall in love, like not knowing how to swim. They panic first when they jump in. Then they figure it out.

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.

He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.