How to know when you’re in love, totally besottedly in love

I have a friend with a storied love life. If a love life could tell stories his would require volumes. Though there would be more than a fair share of short stories. The shortest sliver of a story stories. Nano bits masquerading as a story. 

To be fair, there would be some novellas too. 

The ending of one almost always marks the beginning of another.

(For him.)

Now, he’s suddenly loopily beyond all hope in love. 

How do I know?

He says things like this:

Her sweat is like honey.

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