I have this obsession, and it's something I can't shake.
I need to place a smell with your memories.
The smell of the time we ended up caught in the rain,
when the car broke down and we needed to do something to fight the bordeom.
I love to know my favorite grandmother's flower; a magnolia,
It brings me such a comfort.
My favorite smell is that night where you made me dinner, your first meal ever. My steak was over dont, but those sauteed mushrooms were delicious.
The smell of the vodka I mixed in with the juice made it taste less cheap than what it really is.
The smell of you mixed with an overwhelming completeness as we slow danced for what felt like hours. I felt whole.
You ripped my heart out. Never danced again.
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