well i'd say its like this: after you've been assaulted with the artificial flavors intrinsic in bubble tea, the subtle flavor of simple black tea with milk and honey pales in comparison.

or is it like using a flash instead of adjusting shutter and speed to best compliment natural light-

and how holding hands is never the same once you grow up. its not as thrilling and significant as when you were a child. it's not as intimate after you've had sex. unfairly so. fuck. is anything?

i never liked it as much as i liked thinking about it.