“Pains?” Sia wondered and earned a nod from Michelle. They began strolling around again as Michelle cracked up her story.
“Can you call the word ‘love’ Mrs. Monson?” She asked, side-glancing at Sia.
“Love.” Sia drawled.
“How does it taste on your lips?” Michelle asked, looking straight ahead.
Sia shrugged. “Do words have a taste?” She asked, cackling.
“Yes.” Michelle nodded. “Love.” She called with utmost sincerity. “The word tastes delicious on the seam of my lips. But it comes with a host of other emotions as pains, hurt, happiness, sadness, depression.” Michelle drawled.
Sia felt her heart swell. She loves Michelle’s statement. When one isn’t in love you hardly feel either of these she mentioned.
“I loved once though I realized it late but that Love brought other streaks of emoti
