Anything But Ordinary

I have this thing for Pepsi. I don't really know what it is, and there are no words in any language on earth that I have yet discovered to describe it. Every time, the experience is almost more than I can take.

It begins with that explosion of fizz with the first twist of the cap, which is immediately followed by the sharp scent of new cola. It invades my brain and focuses all function on filling my entire being with that one thing. The first sip goes down cold, crackly, cataclysmic. It's as if the rest of the world has faded away in the aftermath of that one moment. The zing in my throat and the leap in my heart take my breath away and life beyond that second fails to matter. And with each consecutive delve into the wonders of my own personal cocaine, my mind is transformed and I can see more clearly. The sky is more blue than ever before, the crisp air outside my window and the murky air within smell cleaner, and I feel as if I could fly. Right down until the last satisfying drop, even if it's warm by then, I am refreshed and exhilarated to the core of my being. And that's just Pepsi.

And then there's you.

Once again, I find myself at a loss for words. So what can I say? I love Pepsi.