Being in love is like getting your very first snow globe. Being six years old again, feeling the rush wonderment as you hold the sphere carefully in your hands, mesmerised by the gently falling snowflakes that coat the beautiful fairytale castle inside. You shake it hard, watching the flakes blur into a flurry of whiteness, seeing it swirl in and around the dainty spires in a maddened dance that leaves you breathless. Then you watch it settle, the snow drifts down ever so gently, and a sense serenity and peacefulness steals over the tiny world you hold to your heart or display proudly on your shelf.
Have you got your snowglobe?
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