Ania wondered when she started thinking that Sven was the bee's knees.
There was no specific moment - just a gradual process. Like the sun rising in the morning , the light creeping up on you and before you know it full bright beams soaking you in warmth and light.
Ania mused to herself
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways...
Your eyes, your smile
Your cheery countenance
Your lips, your nose
Your sense of right and wrong
Your laugh
Your inability to be flustered
Your ability to make easy conversation
Your love of good food
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