The feeling you give me is like a sip of rose-flavored syrup from the bite of a marshmallow, like soda with bubbly, sweet and sour bubbles with ice, like the sweet residue clinging to the sides of a melted strawberry ice cream cone, like the vibrant green mint leaf on the rim of a blue mojito, like the cool, misty surface of a bottle of mineral water taken from the refrigerator. It has always been fascinating.