"Did your first kiss have that 'special spark' that people are always going on about?" the little girl questioned her older sister.

"No." her sister bluntly replied.

"What? Why not?" she pouted, worried that romance wasn't all rainbows and butterflies after all.

"Because it wasn't something that a mere spark can take credit for. My first kiss was a firework show, filled with an explosion of brilliant, multi-colored lights, which blinded me for days."

"Wow...did the earth spin too, like it does in the movies?"

"Well, the earth is constantly spinning so I suppose so."

"So, a kiss is like magic, right?"

"Not exactly Harry Potter magic but yes, in a way, love is very magical. It makes you insanely happy and can force you to be reckless and senseless. It's like a drug; once you've had a taste, you can't help but have some more."

"Ooh, like chocolate and icecream?"

"Yes, exactly like that." the elder sibling laughs. "Do me a favor. Find the one boy who makes your heart melt and your stomach flutter with butterflies, then I'll be there to ask you the same questions."