You are the scent of lilacs on a spring morning. The green glow of sunlight filtering through Summer’s maple leaves. The heavy breath of evening honeysuckle. You are the dimmed light of Autumn that ignites the ripening earth. The unmelting frozen blue that taunts the sun with redoubled brilliance. The bringer of life from the dormant cold.
I thought you hadn’t noticed.
I knew that, but it’s good that other people know it as well.
Naw, I’m just some guy.
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I know you are speaking of me and me alone, because some people say I’m bright while others say I smell. Even more say I suckle.
Awwww. Very poetic.
I love you too, Inigo. 
No, you can’t have my rootbeer.
Thank you, but I’m still not making you cookies.
I bet you say that to all the anonymous message board posters.
You’re not so bad yourself either!
Actually, it’s probably just my deodorant. But, thanks for noticing.
How about the ozone smell of a Chinook blowing in from the west to warm up the cold, dark winter night? Can I be that too? Cause that really, truly is a perfect thing.
I take it that new relationship of yours is working out really well? 
Yeah, that’s what they told me in the 70’s. How come I stopped being special after that?
You’ve been cheating on me, you whore! ::slap::
you should have just emailed me…this is so embarrassing.
Mom? Is that you?
Inigo, honey, you know I’m only asking because I really do care – are you off your meds again?