I like meeting lonely hearts on foreign streets and finding comfort in another’s arms.

I like skydiving.

I like sticking my head underneath a chocolate fountain and sucking down the tasty goodness until my heart explodes.

I like the runner’s high, the pain in my legs following a long run, the wind tearing across my face, loading with carbs before and after a race.

I like stripping off my clothes and sliding into a Japanese hot springs on a cold winter morning, appreciating the warmth of the water.

I like biting into a thick juicy steak, even when I know that much meat isn’t necessary for survival.

I kissed a girl, and I liked it.

I like bleeding to feel alive.

I like the fact I can feel the cold of winter, the heat of summer, smell the scents of spring, see the leaves of autumn.

I like listening to rock, harp music, wind whistling, karaoke; music that is meant to be touched and tasted, not just heard.